Inhabit the brain with telltale imagery...
For metal breeds in dark places.
So, thenceforth, journey through bright brilliant skies...
Clouds laced intricately in a macramé.
And worry not of planets falling like maces.
Look unto your wild, lynx-eyed lover
And beckon forth the lyricist in the clouds.
Let him play lute or madder flute...
Onward to Macedonia.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem