Beating to rhythms of my heart, going to other atmospheres
in outer limits of some other dimension solemnly giving an
exercise in futility and an innocence of another time when
younger.
Beaming into the future intellectually, folding between the
sheets of paper that are being written upon, taking every-
thing to boundaries that will eventually break and go beyond,
just because I can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem