Touching silence in quiet realms of subconsciousness, portraying everything in distant formulas, avoiding laws of nature while carrying on.
Selecting poses and stances in rhythm, calculating steps towards ends of the day, keeping time, allowing no slowing of beats.
Counting down in dimensional levels, crunching tones and placing their particles in labyrinths of exceedingly gifted people with talent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem