Swaying with rhythms of outer limits in spaces
beyond what I can see, filtering insight into
areas of this brain where intelligence reigns.
Being tormented by the decisions at times to write
or socialize, in the end choosing only to write,
being true to self.
A very enriching choice for this soul's intellect,
as it joyfully abides in my decision.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem