Anchoring life on a photographic screen, building
upon it, an entire passage of life tunneling in
and through the years as they pass by.
Single treasures unfolding in recesses of this mind,
filling these spaces with an innate knowledge that's
fresh and new in this time, age and space of wisdom.
Heart listening to musical rhythms as they go beating
in perfect time with lungs breathing in and out, the
rhythms taking precedence over breathing now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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