Circles cycling frenetic spinning tops,
we all, it seems, just go round; trapped revolutions.
like the moon round the earth and the earth round the sun and everything round the spiral galaxy ad infinitum
so we spiral like DNA
a double helix
circulating so much stellar gas
as light as a nimbus and ethereal as an aureole
casting a brief flare.
illumination comes too late
and we see it in our dying eyes
just as circles recycling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we all, it seems, just go round; trapped revolutions. like the moon round the earth and the earth round the sun and everything round the spiral galaxy ad infinitum so we spiral like DNA a double helix- - - - - - - - - - > I cannot resist a poem written so well like this, felt like I'd been taken for a high-speed turn around the universe outside and the universe inside- - very very good