Atmospheres of intellect taking details soaring throughout the
environment, curiosity feeling the freedom of it's existence
and turning life inside out.
Racing in opposite directions, looking for other aspects of
living in this temporary world, reaching into depths of rhythms,
listening to their intensity flow like lava.
Taking everyone onto back alleys and roadways, no one being any
wiser, never finding fault for there's no trace left behind to
say what's happened in the interim.
A quiet silence unfolding uncannily while people are still look-
ing the other way and curiosity continues to feel the freedom of
it's existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem