Lengthening shadows falling upon pathways, lending themselves
to interior images, hiding beneath them even in daylight.
Conquering all facets of surprising factions in this life,
striding down great walkways, lengthening shadows stepping out
of the way, making room to get by.
Trying at times to trip into remembering images that have been
hiding all these years.
Traipsing around and over them, becoming immersed in their frightening grasp.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem