One step to my right will send me careening.
I am blocked to my left by the barrier of nothing.
The front and back of me do not exist.
If I want to move I have to fly
or fall
into the blackness of the universe surrounding
my tiny perch two by two by two with only
a tiny patch of green crushed underfoot.
It is a small area but I can breathe in
there is too much air it is uncomfortable. There
is no sitting. There is no
flying. There is not even falling just
my two eyes in my too small space
watching
the blackness spiral around
and around
that is despair
that is afraid
that is me standing, you,
paralyzed by it that sends us eyelids
and it that shifts our atoms away
with time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem