i - the universe -
is trying to empty myself
like a pocket
to inspect all that i have
kept for so long
the sun, moon, stars
the sea, river.......
in the task
i - the universe -
finds that this is
just a part of
the game played
in the darkness of space
where others are
shifting through
their own pockets
to see what they
have kept for so long
and which has
me falling out
from one of them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the universe such a wonderfull place almost like the brain of a poet, full of mystery full of life xxxxxxxxxxxxx