Every word I write down.
Or slip from my mouth.
Are grasped out of my mind.
A massive jumble of words and letters.
Giving them physical form and mass.
A weight they never had in the midst of my head.
They have crystallized into form upon this paper.
For every sentence I write.
And every poem that I shape.
Started as a wisp within my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem