Dropping into pools of crystal blue, memories accumulating
and aligning themselves with emotional multitudes.
Preparing future designs with extraneous thought, quietly
enjoining patterns to alter and reshape themselves over
and over again.
Purportedly beginning endings from the start, bringing
conclusions to admonishments of unequaled joy and entered
into lyrics of poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem