The unquiet stars
Compel us to existence, by falling
Into future meaningless spaces.
We listen to rising drums
In the red-shifted darkness,
Ascending mutations
Arcing over the thoroughfares.
The moon flies past miles of orderly houses,
Leaving bird-of-prey shaped clouds,
While smooth-faced galaxies cluster
Like glowing mitochondria
Between the blind glass of slides.
In later decades, the blue opened up
And swallowed all the wise meaning
With which mankind had endowed the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
absolutely love this one... i think the later decades are upon us!