for the sake of imagination
what is earth would be
if we can see the air flesh to flesh
as we breath
the atmosphere is veiled with
whirling dust, a blanket of fog
a silhoutte of ebon smog
enmeshed in the air per se
the rays of the sun deeply wounded
to penetrate the earth
if the air is visible thru naked eye
the beautifully-designed landscape
would be the art of invisibility
even the salt-sea proof visions
of all oceanic creatures
would be totally blinded
a tension that brings
imaginative impossibility
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem