Stepping lightly, careful not to fall to either side of life's banal arrangement.
Carrying a myriad of thoughts across the river, holding onto them while listening to their voices singing melodically to my mind.
Extrapolating and finding a place for each one to recline in many rhythms being written right now.
Composing sonatas and etudes in areas of my mind where I lounge and play with all sorts of ideas, taking all into caverns of intellect, while allowing imagination to have free rein transporting them to outer limits.
There they will be reinvigorated and aligned into poetical structures departing the norm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem