Time, Space and the number of Stars
incubating on the far-side of each,
moving like waves on the Bering in March,
because water is lighter than fire;
because someone, somewhere created this system
of strange existence, buried in mystery,
that continues to boggle the mercurial minds
of believers as much as it once delivered
a chilling laugh up the subluxed spines
and through the marrow of the ones who died
long before their mortality belonged to the Stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are indeed the master of words and how they fit together to create thought and emotion and beauty and mystery- -this piece took me on a tour of the eternals- -and I thank you for the new horizons explored. Top marks of course.