unreal festive magic
Cane Sculpture.
long road over the bridge under the
sky wandering shadows of dust in the rains of karmic zens born free spirituality across ages of doubtful force of con-artists' birth and death
the reality on actuality fences zenithing open doors flights of delayed keys to civic inns no poetic imagination the postcontemporary gong of lawned greens.
''things are sweeter when they are lost.''
(F.Scott Fitzgerald, american novelist, essayist and short story writer
: 1896-1940)
new multi-universality of poet's reality-irreality-surreality-actuality rectangularity categoizeed and distilled out of xeroxed tao
poetry of the greatest illusionist
truth-bound tyres rolling on the firerings of nature and of obesession circkes.
nyein way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem