Mind juggling meanings and equations of impossibilities that
continue to crop up throughout our lives, silent, but never
able to be silenced in rhythms of prose.
Echoing throughout this world, giving at length explanations,
not able to explain them succinctly because they're bereft of
the coded rhythms that go hand in hand with their purposes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem