Purest transcending essence to submerge
Assimilate the pausing on the ethereal verge
To hold in a singular entirety of a moment
That but a second so imaginations augment
If fire moved so slowly yet I remain in frame
Would the heat still burn from the lasting flame?
Forcing tears of so much induced for knowledge
Or an impulse so powerful within its visage
As I let the mists of stars flow inward to seek
The remainder of all things unheard to speak
In a thousand languages said a thousand times
But aurally unformatted so spoken in mimes
You’re a nova for a second or the fire that remains?
Burning through space to far out reach the veins
Of life’s great pulse without an impartial bound
From a phonons encrypted delivery without sound
One thousand million voices cried in one mourning
But through tears cleansing perceptions dawning
A new apparatus for learning comprehends vision
Again so clear, so united and so felt in creation
When fathomed via impossibilities and fear cured
Thus the unspoken and unheard become the answered
To be questioned again in the most beautiful of voyages
When one is still and yet mind felt motion converges
If tears hold minerals of fertility then anoint parched soil
So green feed the land lines of lay and never to so spoil
Yearn and yearn more to be better and bigger than this
Shelter in words but never conquer with gun or fist
So descend in mass of entire stars to keep sake
And a new seed for germination to now make
Keep the purest light for all to one day as all rejoices
One moment, one time, one thousand million voices
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem