on golden altars gods survey ruins
of immortal madness. under marble roof
chiselled by hands of Kronos
white porpoises over shimmering waves
in green sea, a vision of a cord
of fire, produce white horsetrail.
two hemispheres vanish in intelligent gulling
of ghostly hieroglyphics on moonscape wall.
it's time.
it's time to burn out
the berlinwall built
into our corpus callosum
before split mushroom stems
tear apart the twelve tiered tree
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Diane for your always Curiosity! I'll go 2nd. This is my 4th reference to the berlinwall in our brain on this site. The 3rd is in Sonnet 24.2nd in the notes to Chaos in Corpus Callosum, where you can find an advantage - namely, whole brain functioning (ie. sanity!) . The 1st is in my Forum message Brief Requiem for the English Editor (ie. anatomically mad) . Split mushroom stems, of course, refers to nuclear fission weaponry/technology which, were we sane, would be abolished on the spot!