Mind turns in on itself;
Collapses under grief,
Emasculated shock;
Look where you dared not look.
In future Time they smudge
Interpretation; edge
Conspiracies' talk of
Aliens; scientists,
Vision of aeroplanes;
Religious, of the throne
Of God; but through a rift
Of Time Ezekiel
Still kneels afraid to look
Again on what he saw.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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