In pale blue futures, no one can connect;
No one can communicate. There's only
The vague shrieking of nothingness. There are
Only fragmented voices, coming through
The airwaves, like spectres of dreadful night.
There is no redeeming light there. There is
A profound absence at the heart of things.
It's as solitary as distant stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A perceptive poem......10++++
Thanks Bernard...much appreciated! I hope you have a great week!