Patterns of up and down
motions movements, of back and forth
need not intersect-
on another plane
Rotate travel round and round
swirls of whorles
swallowed up by a universe
both clam and turbulent
now in the sixth millennium
creations children
of circardian rythmn
tear down the roads
of speed and motion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem