In the Land of Dwarfs
In the land of dwarfs,
criteria of measurement
always trod the axis of zero.
Why should I stop?
I obey the four elements
and the work of forming my heart’s laws
is not the affair of the parochial blind
governors.
What have I to do with the long wails of fear
of the generic bestial organ?
What to me is the humble march of the worm
in the vacuity of flesh?
The bloody ruin of flowers
has committed me to live.
Bloody race of flowers, do you know?
Translated by Girdhard Tikku
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