Scared blind
till shaken senses prod
within, without-
gliding across fleshy contours
of an off centred land.
Inner gravity twisted
delightfully anticipating rough edges.
Bewildering ruthless light,
whoring itself for the dark suddenly,
calling to the dance: ‘rule the world’
with tears inward falling -
rubbing away a life
measured by last breaths.
Taken from Journey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem