Monastery
Of
thought
Monster
Of
Wide
Wings
Wide
Leaves
Tonight
The
Dark
Eagle
Spread
His
Wings
The
Small
Bells
Of
The
Cows
Rang
Were
Ringing
As
Vapors
poured
The
Scream
Of
Hedgehogs
Playing
Not
Violins
tonight
the Angel
of the Insect Wings
he opened them
to fly
into
he
night
into
the
subconscious
sail
gondolas
that
sail
over
seas
that
burn
fire
tonight
the Angel
of the Insect Wings
he opened them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem