Listening to sounds of isoteric* altitude,
watching the silence of existence inhale and
exhale life to an infinite degree.
Applauding wisdom of human nature as it
manufactures and creates itself throughout
daily tasks.
Modifying circumferences with elasticity and
tension, causing volumes of eruption to spill
out onto concrete brain waves.
Fulfilling adaptations of natural innate desire
as easily as picking a rose from it's place in
the garden.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem