Sounding off to musical tones of particular
peculiarities set in stones of realization.
Never letting go, penetrating alternative
replies to every thought.
Always following, forgiving nothing, holding
onto angles, mathematically.
Formulating many formulas never before been
thought of, tried or tested.
Keeping altogether, myriads of ideas, as they
fall down into cisterns of odd-sounding tones.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem