In The midst.
Descending with a transition emitting.
An effluvium invisible that rids,
Unneeded mental waste.
Too long sitting to overload with confusion.
Permitting a persisting conflict.
Permitting ignorance to be obeyed.
Minds begin to clear.
Enlightened and no longer frightened,
Become the people.
As awareness chases fear away.
Craved no more is conflict.
Or the pettiness of it that thrived.
An effluvium arrives to end such waste.
Emitting a powerful transition.
Transfixed to stay remain the people.
Delusion to confuse ends.
Truth to know it removes conflicts.
An effluvium comes to become the victor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem