Selecting particles and fibers of life, weaving them into
a blanket of literature one poem at a time.
Taking certain rhythms and placing them into measures of
chorded time in sequences.
Finding and trying out every note as it's rhythms match
with a perfect pitch.
Never letting up, selecting certain times as they flow
into channels of another dimension on another horizon.
Far from this world, never hiding beneath a picturesque
certainty of what may become in another life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem