Encoding blissful missiles
in upper typhoon separate temples;
open the eggshell deficit
in place of her bottled wrath.
They read the counted legions;
in explicit maths,
they storm the disguised mantis
and without spoken larvae,
the arrow points to those who never die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a creative way to form a poem. I give u 10++++++++++