(A Picture of My Hope)
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The texture of that person's aureole of mist
that gathered densely around a globe of light...
created internal and external relations
to stand as eternal facts
at the moment of their gelling...
The forever of that person's once- having- been...
will forever add more human meaning to Heaven...
and the whorl-curves chime with infinitely unfolding transcendental ratios
along which prime-schemes are superimposing variably without end...
and the empetalled whorls are forever harkening...
both back to the constitutive mesh of fundamental forces
and forward to ride the inhering telos of the pregnant manifold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem of great philosophical depth, thanks for sharing.