This man if fluent in silence
a wonky traveller
whose dreams are vivid
but his body is fluidly
dissolving;
an entire universe
is mingling with his thoughts
but he lacks expression
and is crippled
by his indifference.
Staring into his eyes is like
contemplating the abyss-
unfathomable,
endless...
almost barren and lifeless.
It feels like
after him, there comes
the storm,
a new version of the Deluge
and a comet is on its way
about to hit the Earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem