Watching images swirl about, seeing angles, curves, lines
wrapping themselves around objects set around the room,
each taking on the definition of what they're reflecting.
Everything fascinating this mind with a vast repertoire of
patterns and advanced details being shown to intellect in
and through music and rhythms.
Nothing else like it ever being seen, it is only a product
of innate talent that is never-ending, showing what is out-
side the box of normalcy for few people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem