Stepping up stairways into alcoves of somewhere beyond,
lifting our minds into aspects of other dimensions.
Taking apart minute particles of curiosity, allowing
them the freedom to roam and accumulate whatever
knowledge and wisdom they can satisfy themselves with.
Sensational items of discovery form within their
circumferences, being shaped by innate intuition and
spread across intellect.
Surprising even the furthest and remotest aspects of
interior desires of wanting to be heard and taken into
solutions filled with the answers of life's puzzles.
Being put together amidst the beautiful ideas left behind
in mirrors of crystal to be placed in future thoughts of
literature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem