Triangular prisms form in my mind, mathematically formulating
patterns and designs for future images of words.
Timing and tone are perfect and precise as I write of them,
filling them with adjectival meanings and scores of music.
Beauty brought out into the open, blossoming like a flower
budding into the garden of Eden.
Alighting in poetical forms in various poses and interdictions
of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem