The Supper Of The Lamb
Dimensions, Reach, and the number of Stars
incubating on the far-side of each-
moving like waves on the crest of Bering,
moving like white-caps on Caspian's Sea,
because water is lighter than fire,
because someone created this system-
of brief existence in the scheme of forever,
that continues to boggle the jaded minds
of believers as much as it once delivered
a chilling laugh up the subluxed spines-
of they who scoffed at prophesies signs
long before the Lamb broke bread and served wine
FjR-MMXVII
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem