this physique
holds onto
a core - a
divinity that
feeds us
spiritual,
mental, and
physical manna
the force
that holds
the ice
together holds
these cells
he swims in
our core
making us realise
he is closer to us
than the veins
on our neck
closer than
our heart
till a fixed time
when he decides
to let go to fulfil
a divine curse
to catch us in
his hands
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem