Awareness on another level is contemplative in nature.
Windows open unto vast expanses of unfounded reality,
pummeling it to the ground.
Uncharacteristic mind realms fight constantly for new directives,
falling short of tranquil prosperity.
Likened aspects foray for special attention awaiting the fortitude
of another blightful day.
Shadows casting their grayness upon the walls of destiny, letting
go of the fate held in yesterdays hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem