Writing so quickly into the morning, feeling the
electricity pulsing through me.
Dividing and entering each of my brain cells
individually and creating spaces for me to play
in poetically.
Being elated, flying beyond intellect's borders,
right out into another galaxy.
Taking all instincts with it, fully being used in
all endeavors.
(10: 45 a.m. - 11/21/13)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Roseann A beautifully written poem. Keep it up