Riding in the future realms of another dimension, preparing
for the journey at this very moment.
Slowly moving onto coastlines of memory, finishing sentences
taken from pictures of thought.
Intellectually speaking through tomes of poetical literature,
comparing life in imagery, finding the best ways to say what
needs to be said in many different modes of thought.
All will be opened in the end and placed in seashells,
scattered across the sands of shores and floors of the ocean,
folding carefully and protectively over them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem