Reading from within, books of my mind, relating all
sorts of subjects to the anarchy of a brain.
Circling the beginning of time, bringing about changes
of lively anticipation while angling thoughts that are
flowing down avenues of intellect.
Believing in wonderful flavors of behavior coming and
issuing forth in the substance of reality's concrete illusions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem