I am lost at sea, swimming,
Miracles come to the heart
That is sinking far too quick.
I am a man of the water,
Feeding the fish with fish,
Licking the seawater with expertise.
At the micro-level a wonder dances,
To glide into it feeds a frenzy.
I am in the air of the air,
Fed by the wind that hurts,
This windy day and night stares
Back at you through life-skills.
I am lost towards the end of the play,
A sage and a stage is set up,
Fixing the legs of the piano,
As the ice swings towards the north pole,
Factually winning like the sun
And the moon and the stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem