Shaking notes, falling into rhythms, bringing melodic beauty to photographic pictures of thought.
Total recall slowly has returned and once again I can write from it's total essence in peaceful joy.
Beating rhythms, holding my mind in anticipation of poetry beginning to form within and being written at the nib of this pen on paper.
A glorious feeling, exciting me with an exceptional euphoria of fulfillment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem