Silhouettes of patience standing about, allowing their
purposes to be found out, shaking the very fibers of
destiny now jiving with coded rhythms.
Watching as they pop and explode in measures of music
while being written into poetry, positive signs being
attained incessantly.
Watching as each of them fit right into the whole pic-
ture of meaning and being of this mere poet's existence
throughout the years of this temporary life.
Seeing the essence of honesty appearing in every single
direction of thought, never being led astray, because
coded rhythms can never be erased or criminalized.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem