Beating steady and heavy, not letting my mind wander,
concentrating on thoughts falling within the water-
fall of this interior mind.
Delighted and conscious of the intriguing rhythms
balancing themselves carefully in intellect, astound-
ing and tantalizing imagination.
Having fun stepping with every beat in the margins of
reality, while poetry is being written with a perfect
pitch in mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem