Trudging greedily into the din, wanting to absorb every
particle of rhythm, taking into consideration every
emotion being issued from within this being.
Finding meanings and measuring their worth in poems sent
out to the universe.
Never being forsaken in poems of life, keeping me going
constantly into the din of rhythm.
Forever, letting chances take off into other dimensions,
alone in total joy.
Always sending coded messages up above while intensely
being moved beyond the limits and boundaries of life.
Capturing the beauty always found in particles and atoms
all around me, writing down the total spirit of eventual
death here amongst the living.
Reaching inner depths, rapidly seeping into the next
generation, as the eternal rhythms keep me energized and
going forward into tomorrow's canyons.
Deepened emotions being steeped within the spiritual
realms of interior denizens.
Remembering the culmination of memories in albums of
yesterday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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