Pull me off the lantern ladder
please open my feeble grip on this life.
I see no other stars this or any other night.
Cast me into the shadows.
Where unseen atoms dance among the dead
let me close my eyes like a blind man in blindness,
seeing the galaxies are still inferred.
The stars were thrown forward and back
like the dew on a spider's web.
I don't require lanterns, not when I go to bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem