As if rolling down
like a ball of w o o l.
From the ocean
Emerging aggressive rhythms.
The sky has tilted full
to spread nothingness.
The roughened stoneage is
sliding down the slope, diverse mounts.
And me
reckless
as if rolling down
like a ball of w o o l
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem