Puzzley writing what is contained interiorly,
gripping canyons of intellect with ivy learning,
this side of consciousness.
Recognizing signs of tantamount existence with
every beat of my pulse as it races to meet any
and all mosaics wanting to be brought into the
foreground of poetical mind moments.
Shining so brilliantly into my soul, poems are
reflected in the music I hear and perform.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem