Whispering intellectually throughout my mind,
investigating possibilities of another break-
through in medical engineering.
Putting ideas in cross hairs of intellect and
preparing for the onslaught of another major
feat in the near future.
Spiraling molecules being taken, separated and
relocated in a sequence pertaining to poetical
rhythms.
Noting the patterns now being formed in destiny's
accomplishments.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem