Too aware, life, as meaningless
This skylight, roomed without.
Despair, meanwhile, staring blank at ceilings
Is left open to doubt.
What starred is for the true Heaven.
A sky, angel-burning!
Has its own perspective, heart! now at peace.
Which light, love, up-turned in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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