in
the crawlspaciousness
of ceiliumvirates....
below board delineation
swaying like aqueous fronds
noted on the margins of clef dwellers
and
the inheritors of strings....
blessed and stroked
be the continuum in all its melodious order and
accompanying ardor...including mine...and yours
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this much at least is true...iip