2: 14 p.m.
Living in and through each poem and book that has been
written, enjoying the environment that has been created
with an innate talent.
So multi-faceted, every variable in life being accounted
for and saved in possibilities of a latent destiny.
Stressing inevitable desires coming to light, encountering
rhythms that are being composed and lit within this memory
of repose.
Such in-depth sentiments and sensuous sensations, traveling
in recesses of my mind, being lived in fresh moments of
both realities contained within.
Sliding across strings of guitars and keys of a piano,
playing music incessantly in depths of this poet. 2: 15 p.m.
(10/25/14)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem