Silhouettes against the sky, darkening with shade, the
brightness of the moon.
Lolly-gagging through the atmosphere, mind firmly planted
in another hemisphere, traversing back roads of sanguine
beauty.
Around each bend, not knowing what is to happen next,
events fall by the wayside, spent already by concerns of
unusual cruelty, focused from within another person.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem