Silence penetrating the interior of my mind, helping me to listen intently to omens.
Standing aside, trying to not spoil the spirit of unusual rhythms counting down to endings of time.
Cautioning every nuance and building towers of sound to proclaim words pounding the pavement of my collective mind.
Senses coming alive with the iciness of frost-laden poems, refreshing insides of my imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem