At The Heart Of The Ocean,
Before each blink
Another prominent surprise,
Every songs start another a plot,
As minutes, of assayed breaths
surge as a new language,
As every throat's
hungers for water,
succulence,
Old irises,
it's transforming
landscaped
concepts, concerts of birds,
Can be related,
as collaborations,
as catalyst,
A transports of men
Into the suns trips,
As every light
another days feeds,
incoming story,
Another heartfelt encounter,
psychic analyzing
pixels in your eyes,
As colors
revives
your consciousness
unconscious mind,
Unconstructed demands
To knowing more
nothing of particulars,
Whether inclusions speaks
volumes,
of uncreated versions
preying your heart's
speeches,
Zero days sliding downhills,
ravines of dangers,
Zone's sound bits,
resollutions
restitutions of lifetimes
Images, insults,
anger and angst,
Disparate multiplications
among additions
subtractions,
Your product's expirations,
The day and due dates,
The day you are born,
and endings supporting,
Life of events,
and endings,
A fisherman's
anglers of nets,
At the heart of the oceans,
Where ocean's remembers,
disown its bottoms
Sunken treasures,
and gold never found,
as relics, as mounts,
of sands,
Lovely metaphors and imagery. I loved the bit about a psychic reading pixels in your eyes. Allow me to turn this concept into a poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The day you are born, and endings supporting, Life of events, and endings, /// it's a philosophical poem on the life and death thru the description of the heart of the ocean/// great feelings to read