Taking myself into patterns of a powerful image, living it
prophetically and letting it infiltrate my being.
Seeing the adventure and discovery in everything, absolutely
becoming a part of who I am.
Fibers are holding onto inner traits of literature and are
taking me away down fast growing river banks, trying to
drown me in the past of all those memories, grasping at my
mind.
Double visions are flowing, leading me out into depths of
unbelonging.
Coasting down waves of unexistent solitary anniversaries
of nothing less than an excellence of a particular particle
eluding the pen of my writing.
Encasing everything in the capsules of existence, always
insisting on swallowing, wanting them to become a part of
me so I may understand and cooperate with them in my writing.
Leaving nothing to explanations of another, having to know
all of it on my own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem