I am of night.
At day you will
Not find me
At day you will
Not see me.
I am veils
And not more.
But I am otherwise.
I am sometimes
A skeleton
I am sometimes
A bride in
White.
My eyes are holes
In part, only.
I am sadness
Densified.
I am the union
That joins so many
Things
Not all similar
So
There’s such rattling
There’s such shifting
There’s such shifting and rattling.
Transformation and change
Pull down
The curtain of Evolution.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem