Reaching into depths of intellect, taking bits and pieces
left from scraps of paper written upon, putting these
thoughts together purposely.
Tangibly taking them into parodies of life and death, hav-
ing meaning and a clear definition of the instability of
this earthly life.
Walking down and through trails of yesterday, looking for
the connections of the present, connecting them all to-
gether.
Balancing equations in rhythms of music, seeing everything
clearly, focusing on the center of being and how it exists
through all experiences daily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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