swollen their hard-soft bellies
that are not bellies beyond mathematics
their beaks that are not beaks
this sculptor of the infinite
will confound us with his Grecian tricks
as a sky will fool us with its love
The stuff on this blog is poetry. It's not sudoku. You don't have to work anything out or look for any meaning. It's just images and sonics and poetry that is designed to be untranslatable. If you try to translate it it won't work. Just let it remain as poetry and it might just...