Cavorting through an interior fantasyland, imagination flow-
ing skyward and across the atmosphere, taking mind and in-
tellect into outer space.
Watching shooting stars, milky way being filled with liquid
colors flowing in and through rhythms of sound, attuning it
all to intellect.
Careening into creative processes all at once, vibrating
and filled with an absolute energy, titillating brain so
thoroughly throughout each day and night, spreading beauty
and compassion through poetry and out to the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem