Band performing in front of a huge screen, pictures flowing to
the rhythms and tempos, something new to write to, colors burst-
ing everywhere on the screen.
One that's depicting New York City among other countries, pic-
tures swinging all through landscapes of China and it's wall,
rocks towering behind it.
An awesome beauty of life surrounding us as we watch this display of musical landscapes roaming across our vision, tempting mind and in-
tellect to write what's being seen.
An octopus, jelly fish, an underworld beauty never seen in reality
before, floating right here in front of us, colors bursting every-
where.
Touching particles and fibers of the brain with an interior enlight-
enment focusing on the screen here tonight, swirls of color flowing
like an interior waterfall of thought.
Rhythms scattering about, reaching interiorly for words, defin-
itions and meanings of an underworld seascape, wishing I was really
scuba diving in reality, what fun it would definitely be to float
and swim around like a fish listening to music.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Water is a great carrier of sound, as the whales' singing attrests. But sight is our primary human sensation, and three times you are aroused by colors streaming before you: Colors passing in front of yiour sight generates the excitement of your poem, and shiftds your attentuin ineard.