Beating rhythms calling ancient formulas, giving ideas
to create poetry with, illuminating barriers so they
may always be avoided when writing.
Solemnly writing as every thought collects in picturesque
visions, being shown on photographic screens of memory.
Images climbing mountains, traveling into deep canyons
like abysses and labyrinths that enter this mind constantly
without faltering or stopping.
All ideas are being created right now in intellect where no
one else can hear their particular rhythms except within.
Strobe lights pulsing and racing around this brain, shining
colorful thoughts all about, letting them fall appropriately
into sentences that are being written of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is this how your amazing mind works and writes these jewels? ? I love the frequency you are tapped into! Love it! ! !