Struggling to hold onto some integrity, although
others are trying to tear me apart.
Rising to interior rhythms of intellect, bringing
together, aspects of life, putting them inside.
Together with pulsations and inner beatings of my
heart, totally being created within imagination.
As life unfolds from itself, rolling onto the
pavement of a place in recesses of my mind.
Not wanting to come to the surface, being challenged
by the strategy of an interior mind, intellect playing
it's part well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem