plastic groom, plastic bride
stuck deep
in idealistic icing-
vows uttered though
only the hooves of
time can gallop pass
or trample
such divine
and interwined love
encompassed
in the dust
of grasshoppers
singing into a
black-scab night
as flashes wink
at two machines
dancing, evolving
humans sensing a
sensation of each
step connected
through never being
seperated in
pure actuality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem