Standing on the outside looking in, watching sparks of
ingenuity tantalize the activity of this brain and its
interior atmosphere.
Wondrous designs being created out of nothing it seems,
forming patterns of words and definitions, bringing un-
thought things into realms of an intellectual curiosity.
Touching upon feelings and senses that are peeking about,
wondering when they're going to be let out and explored,
getting impatient.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem