As the needle of my existence
drops griding without resistance
on the outer rim
of my 33 revolution
orbiting the stellar maelstrom
that pirouttes alone
on the edge of infinities void
where nothing
but darkness shines
has taught me this lesson
that life is the most precious
of all elements
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
relevant analogy that drive home the theme