Nobody claims it so it dies alone
floating in the sea and drifting further.
The dead fly against the currents
to carry it back; my feet scrape
i want the ground to stop
there's so much more space
more than i thought
so much more space
much more than i want
Look through it until the end
I see the bright lights
even through death's hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem