Under phosphorescing skies
I'm compass,
needle missing.
The Pole star wanders shedding light.
Hurtling embers
lace space, each a gaze, a syllable.
Galaxies reel
spilling the language of time.
Mystery's alphabets singe
nebulae, strum stellar winds.
In which transparency do you hide?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem