Collecting rhythms as they fall upon my ears, staking their claim
in my mind.
Creating poems in written times, giving many thoughts an escape
into better routes of sensations.
Qualifying the existence of everyone who claims their voice in
memory of lifetimes on scores of paper.
Composing the essence of everything good held inside, giving in
to pressures of life as they reach up to grasp my mind and heart.
Taking care to never forget where they all originated and began
in me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem