every emotion, sensation, my very quintessence deserted me
I stood apart from myself
a breath, an extension of the air, just a thought:
transparent, non existent- a part of that blinding light
when I moved to touch my face- there was nothing
voices meshed with the wind- only echoes
even my shadow fled my presence
I could see nothing- darkness in light
but felt everything in that void that rushed to suck me in
my soul's heart was bared- ropes- and threads of scarlet
coherent thought was lost-
as I wondered if that crux still beat or was lost in that pale luminescent wind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem