I live on top of skeletons
always flying from oceans
with closed eyes.
I want to live on water
sitting aside a point of exchange
where marsh grasses of myself blow.
That is the beauty of water
how it has no walls, like you.
and is destined to live forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think I understand the liquid life analogy. Somehow though, I feel the poem isn't quite complete...