The Cold Cosmos

Until I die
The weather will turn cold
And suns will pound on the Earth
With ever vigour
As my contest wins again.
The competition is vaster than seas,
My action is my speech
And the blind men will speak
About their grievance
As stars profoundly disturb the cosmos.

Until my life begins
The art of living will start
After the underground remains dark
And the light of the day
Announces itself with sight.

My death and life is for the loving
Of different cards of play
That materialise from heaven
In their awkward manner
That very law of the cosmos.