Riding the elevator into another plateau beyond the one that
I already know.
Scaling mountains, going higher with every moment climbing,
giving an expertise of calculations, digging into mountains
of formulas that have been uncovered.
Bare facts, honest and truthful, standing starkly in bereaved
gardens of another past life.
Leaving thoughts lying around, giving effervescent aromas
until their very last breath here on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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