Invisible aloofness makes me gone...
Unobserved as thinnest dawn.
A wavering mist, be i here...
Never seen as scene, a'near.
A paltry tawdry walk amongst...
Aged older than oldest ungst.
Reversible reversed as back ward's might...
Beyond in years as feared as flight.
Dead amassed as dead of night...
Begin anew the deadened sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem