Living on edges of interior patterns as they begin to light
up, allowing a path to follow wherever they happen to flow,
interchanging views and absolute rhythms.
Rising and falling in spheres of photographic memories being
recalled when needed, always ready to be recognized and taken
into realms of definition and meaning where literature is being formed from within innate knowledge and wisdom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
RoseAnn, such a great write👍👍👍