Exercising thoughts in succession, giving them each careful, spontaneous consideration.
Watching each one gymnastically fit in a routine and be selected to fill in meanings and definitions in poems.
A fitting tribute to the liberty and freedom of my mind through intellectual imagination.
Giving a reprieve from the mundane occasions of life and it's trials.
Being blown away time after time with the final visions of my thoughts, wondering continually where they come from.
Knowing it's an innate gift given by God, it's still a mystery to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem