Riding vibrant waves of creative literature into the
future, taking hold of destiny and feeling it's total
exuberance as it washes over me continually.
Leaving nothing untouched that comes into sight, always
checking out every detail, memorizing and placing it
all on photographic screens to hold onto in spheres of
memories forever in this world and the next.
Beautiful pictures made from puzzles continually being
created from within intellect and imagination, realms
of an interior being, accomplished within this mere
little poet.
Alone, thinking in darkness of the desert of my soul,
lost and forsaken in this life by most until they read
me in my poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem