The line observed.
Its angles transparent,
Like the fanciful dream of a sliding geometry.
It's the hint of curve that plagues me
of a slender and willful architecture.
It's the acute optics that pitch me downward
into a maze of unrevealed canvas
unearthed and unexplained
and spreading into the heart of oblivion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem