The challenge is to be become distant but not so far, like a star, how to be
…just enough light
From a vantage of nothing left
I’ve perceived endlessness
Into our own distress
Nothing to gain
As a perfect sphere
We erode endlessly
Crumbling, crumbling
Ashes and fame
But remember hope
She has her own throats to choke
You’ve slept all summer long
And winter has come
The grain will not grow this year
Instead reaping only fear
His hands all made of straw
Pointy eyes pointy claws
“You’ll never dream again”
She screams into the sand
Glass forms inside her hand
And we turn to stains
On the labyrinth of rock and time
Heroes of traitors minds
Bind with my skeleton
I’ve never heard of him
No one has seen his face
Stars lines get out of place
Planets align toward mars
Father I’ve killed what’s ours
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem