Why do I write today?
Because the yellow sunsets burn
On my smitten wild heart
The beauty of non-being
Is ecstatic in me to cast in thought-clothing
I lead my poetic citizen
Into the underbelly of lyrics
I set my pieces aflame in stanzas
Apologetic for being too sensitive
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Why do I write today?
Because I love too much
Old and experienced, new and naive
On my turquoise-gold soul of flying idioms
The mantric mandarin mixes with secret sanskrit
I cast off my clothing of daily living
For the spiritual ether of verbal fluency
Language, the last frontier of my softer brain
Why do I write today?
Because my heart burns with forgotten melodies
The blizzard of stars rains
Down in my chest of aluminum transparency
Commanding an area of majestic silver
Cast in statues of my poetic longing
I breathe in sonnets of classic-scenes
In tomorrow’s belonging to another beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem