Rocking to the center of a universe, living fully in the
present, looking over all selections that are being
presented in moments of life that are left.
Music mentioning the existence of all of eternity, keeping
it closely associated to the here and now.
Believing the inevitability of this moment coming to an end
any second.
Letting sounds of many guitars take me further into the
center of intellect.
This brain moving quickly from it's synapses to neurons and
triggering every motion to tie in with the rhythms being
listened to as I sit and write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem