I am the shadow of my own shadow
it's even hard to notice me
because you look from the wrong side
expecting me
right next to the flesh on earth
nearby the dark rim
in the shape of a man
I myself soar above the sky
behind the sky in the sky
created from chiaroscuro
I cause an eclipse of minds
I pierce through the material forms
and only sometimes leaving their shapes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem