Intrepid feelings falling down inside, wiggling and
twisting, causing quite a stir.
Unknowing, wondering what is happening without, as
life moves forward one moment at a time.
Rhythmically motioning to intellect, watching it,
beckoning to inner depths of sight.
Scholastically perfunctionary, raising the bar in
deepening thought, trying to increase the presence
of ideas being fulfilled in energetic fields of
sonar technology.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like that sonic boom!