What if today I went blind
and condemned to earth's chair
no longer running freely
my eyes off in a stare
Would you still seek my heart
as I write it on the stars?
Would you steal my house
and all my classic cars?
What is 'IT' that we want
does it allude and us haunt?
Or it is just being here
as nothing
with nothing
to flaunt?
Swirling exchange of cosmic fire
in a chilled baptismal font~~~~~~~~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem