Approaching death from this side, watching it change me
physically and mentally.
Attempting to take away my sanity through excruciating
pain, not letting it happen, I continually write to keep
myself well-balanced and clear-headed.
Inserting thoughtful meanings into literal definitions,
treasuring each one that is placed in poems where I can
always read and touch them with my mind any time or place.
Writing them only on screens of photographic integrity,
placed alongside memories of a lifetime, proceeding on
lines of education.
Continuing to provoke so many ideas from depths of
nothingness, laying them out in the open.
Preparing them appropriately in silenced parchments of
poetry, no longer wasting away, being brought to headlines
and sought all over the world in individual thoughts,
brought together and kept closely in mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem