Separating particles as they float by in chemically-
induced lights, showing the way into corners of
imagination.
Tossing all endeavors into the mix, blending everything
together, saving it for another day in some other time.
Explanations not telling anything, just keeping secrets
hidden from view, fortunes made and spent in the darkness
of lies overnight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem