Just rocking into life, not letting anything interfere
with intellect as thoughts rally and jump into the mix,
feeling joyful and lifting spirits into designs of novel
poetry.
Assigning models to begin the afternoon of change.
Choosing to become the engine of my own life, doing what
ever I feel at the moment in depths of interior solitude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem