Neon thoughts being placed in signs of life throughout daily entrances on earth.
Delicate lace-like ideas being woven into beautiful patterns to be sent to inner screens of vision.
Leaving openness to sooth itself within parameters of explicit language.
Sirens blasting through intelligence, anchoring every word to sentences of informative intuition, belonging to a special league initiated beyond intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
parameters of explicit language. I like it.