When the immense Heavens roar, the Earth trembles
And the guff arms move slightly as the squid
On its awakening after a thousand years.
Rocks ae made for moving, but then
There be the parameters of Time
Within which such motion immense occurs.
And on the outstretched lands immense
There be big crosses and many a Golgotha
For every Time: Motion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem