Hand
That moves round
Hand
That moves high
There is a wine
Dripping
Dripping
From the heavens
The Sub-Conscious
Here in the night
Is king.
The human
Obeys the Sub-Conscious
The root of his
Conscious Civilization
Dawn comes
The human reigns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The hand is so uniquely human - it is almost a symbol of humanity - the mysterious cave painters of the Stone Age left their hand prints on the cave walls along with stunning pictures of animals and people - the hand by which we have built our human civilizations, the hand by which we can destroy our civilizations