God is a window into your soul
He is a pecking bird at your sash frame
The one Platonically, singing your name.
The one solarizing… in you (extol…)
Everybody’s essence is retrograde.
All Religions are a box of frogs…
Worlds move anti-clockwise the whole hog…
Around your own internal suns… weighed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem