i think i become.
on that stone page, it says what i think i become.
it is the mind that shapes the eventualities of this and that
that body, that stone henge
what is justice and what is revenge
i become because i think.
this is not just the play of words,
there is no confusion but all fusions
that is what they think
and they become. recall that one evening
when we lay our bodies on the sand and watch all the stars.
we have known what the universe is.
and the stars sing, and meteors shoot
and silence sits on its throne of darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem