you never asked where I was which place I was in
conditions of occupancy I was in a very large room
a former bar now dry art books strung across parts
of the counter shelves empty gleaming former glasses
gone I was in a semi dark room cold alone writing
on my laptop laptop but I was not alone thoughts
creativity flashed through my brain across horizons
of thought shared gifted as tired I was I pulsed ebbed
time spent rose ever again in creative poetic writing
burned burned ever bright I was in a cold space
like a sun a stellar star your closest star spreading
light embracing life gifting pulsing streams of life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem