Picking up many pictures and images from things I have
seen and read, placing them mathematically into ideas
that seem to fit patterns of intellect, where many times
they can be translated poetically and musically into
poems written continuously.
Watching them being created, assembling their different
aspects and factors together with an inventive creative-
ness born of innate talent.
Seeing at last, their final picture puzzles standing
right there on photographic screens for me to look at
and contemplate at last.
Tweaking details that need to be adjusted or realigned,
just because to this mind they are not quite right.
Enjoying the entire process more than anything else,
because I am able to see them born from within intellect
and can follow them to fruition with an instantaneous
memory of being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem