too many steps to the attire
that hides the crown from others
spiral up and up above the empty terrace
pants and gasps gather in all niches
some loose bones from lumber zones
goof up with sprawling hitches
bold feet climb up and up above
kicking the putrid mess in a huff
lofty heart eyes at the bull`s eye
may the eyes close with close-shut dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem