An irradiated fog
Dissipates and clears
Although now invisible
It still exists
Albeit in another form
Ultimately it will expand
To fill every place
Of every corner of every universe
It is the power
That creates gravity
It's existence matters
Because without it
You would not be reading
This poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tom! I enjoyed the quirkiness of this! ! ! It begins so seriously, so scientifically, and then you pop up with a grin in your words! ! ! Well done! !