Force the smoke to the sky
As your eyes grow wide.
Spark a fire for light
But torch your mind.
Put a cross in the forest
And sacrifice all knowledge
In the dark.
Darkness be your bed sheet,
Bring your eyes to relentless sleep.
Put a knife to the sky
And cut in some daylight;
Trees grow their leaves to you.
Covered up by the orange and blue.
A voice like a light, like a knife, cuts itself into you.
“Stand up before the roots settle,
Raise your hands before the land covers you,
Darkness be your bed sheets,
Malcontent; your everything.
Spark a fire for light,
Burn down the forest and live your life.
Take apart the cross,
Let knowledge walk.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem