Very small things defy the laws of physics
That which cannot be divided is nothing but space
or light, or energy
Time bends and weaves the cloth of life
and of eternity, but returns to an empty garment
or ashes, or dust
We are made of nothing but song, curled up
in so many dimensions, and we tremble with fear
and love, and pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem