Solemnly I discorded
to meddle in the cogs of grace,
Driving faster out of hope to be saved
as angels resisted and devils gained.
And she slid in through a sliver
of light through the open door,
and I thought she was a harbinger
of tragedy or inexorable end,
but she just smiled
that crooked smile
'despair not, but penetrate the night'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem