Chain mail this through
Your looking glass,
As I magnify my broken heart
In yours.
Perhaps Babylonian palm reading:
Knowledge otherwise
Kept under lock digitally
Would help me. And no
Lets not speak, of the Star in Rome
No! No need.
Genie of the soul
Telepathic trampoline.
For our destiny resides:
Within_without. This Super
Massive black hole.
(Calac.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb! Great use of language and very well thought out. Great work! Top marks! -Michael