Costly prices of existence turn inside out as they
co-exist with future horizons.
Figuring patterns hiding beneath coverlets of
intellectual realms, bringing all to formal
designs of ingenuity.
Forging new lanes through jungles of haze, hacking
ways of alternative routes along same roadways of
musical attention to rhythm.
Forever keeping time solidly with every tone of
peaceful entirety.
Planning agendas of intuitive energy without
themes forming themselves in lieu of imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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