tin can thoughts in a vessel of love
catapult me high above
milky strands of disconnect
misty-eyed mirrors that reflect
a grotesque, twisted tree
origami leaves
geometric caverns
line the roads of sand and bone we've gathered
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
deep philosophical and done at another level of consciousness. the almost magical lines are done beautifully. glossolalia, i guess, you wanted to say....