The secrets of a January river
flow by the concrete monuments
intercepting them
passing through obstructions:
the thread through the eye of the needle
uncontained.
And we're watching from towers
while the zeus holds us in his omnipotent hand
an aerial view of symmetrical authority
the grace of a surface patchwork
used and re-used
letting death expand.
And it becomes too wide to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An aerial view allows for height-your eyes supply the vision.