Watching musically as words flow easily before me,
keeping time with incandescent beats playing for an
interim of solace.
Making mathematical formulas emulate meanings and
words written constantly in forms and shapes of
heavenly bounty.
Seemingly innocuous tales become vast parts of a
universe of writing, puzzling aspects falling into
pits of whirlpools, abstractingly fond of movement
and writhing talent enjoying itself within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem