Writing formulas of perceptions as they appear on
screens photographically, showing me every step
in procedures being divulged in seconds and beats
of rhythm as I listen to them intensely.
Beautiful sounds playing my mind, taking it into
depths of being hidden deeply within me.
Only factoring in the compositions that flow
naturally as I write incessantly every day and
night.
Completely engrossed every moment, held deeply in
contemplative thoughts of intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem