Routes following eastern directions onto maps of derision.
Sounding tones of beautiful scenery as flavors are tasted
scientifically in taste buds of my mind.
Formulating an energy of incisiveness as corners open and
allow a myriad of melodies to begin and form.
Moods of anticipatory explanations fall within patterns
of existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem