Vandalizing the old ego
Until my consciousness is
Lifted to the clouds
Amongst the sunsets
And seagulls,
Seemingly ceasing the
Substances of the cynical,
My spiritual and mental is
Beyond the physical,
This vessel is earthly
Yet my inner space
Is the outer space
Adapting to
Humanities rituals,
Nevertheless submerging
My soul within the realm
Of amethyst crystals
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem