Staccatoely hammering it's way into my mind,
allocating rhythms into spheres where they
will remember every detail on cornerstones
of the future.
Taking back reverberations of another time
when life was vibrant and enlivened every
moment.
Now just grasping at straws as they want to
fall from my hands constantly, raining on
fields of inner imagination throughout this
life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem