Implications of
imperfections.
Two wayward paths
cross, and break the
sound barrier.
The universe shakes,
and then is still again.
Colour and light are
strewn about like
confetti.
Two wayward paths
collide, and fit
perfectly together.
The universe smiles,
then turns its face
Back to its implicated
imperfections.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Has a universal feel to the ideas and words.