If i fell behind the moon.
At least in it, i struggled.
You and your 'Knowing' it.
Air was hard to come by.
Being hidden behind it,
was not unlike,
the distance there between us.
Coming out from around it.
White covered, each purple face.
And the eye ball it moved round it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem