He's in there
watching
with squinted eyes,
Watching
us,
as we stumble
cooly
through our minds,
Overwhelmed by the beauty
of the emerald & gold
mansions, of the earth.
Time is here
but does not matter.
Minds are open
and subject to scatter,
If you allow it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem has a great analogy.