Loud strumming gliding across this mind and interior spirit,
so softly and lightly, stirring thoughts, letting them decide
which are to go first down the chute and into intellect.
Feeling questions, coded rhythms as they flow within musical
measures of sound and color, reiterating what's being seen
upon photographic screens within.
Exposing it all in portraits and landscapes of imagery from
an imaginational reality that is always at hand in intellect's
recesses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem