A void of vacuum,
A block of blank,
An annum of element topping my tank.
Can't you see the beats as they twist in the air?
Breath of life - life of breath - feeling is there!
Definition no closer, but significance near,
A purpose of point piercing a year.
The beats cannot last, their breath holds no weight,
Their lungs shrivelling and shrinking to their sinking fate.
An annum of element, my soul to thank,
But the vacuum's returning -
That block of blank.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry struggles to come out.