In the course of my daily rounds
I see angels milling about,
I see heroes and heroines
publically projecting from
grim domestic lives.
'though it is hard to believe at times,
I mix with the great, great grandparents
of people who will live forever,
colonising countless worlds,
cruising back and forth
on the tracks of conquered time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem