Over bright fields
we fly.
Thin slips
of consciousness,
bounded by darkness,
we rise
on our song’s
golden glow
not knowing
how descends
the growing edge
of nothing.
? Great poem. Thought provoking. I am still contemplating the ending.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem really makes you think. you don't describe every aspect, you leave it up to speculation. it's awesome. love it.