Sensitized into a coma of rhetoric, looking for unkempt secrets to pop up and reveal themselves.
Nothing out of the ordinary happens until I visualize in imagination's corridors, the tremendous availability of non-entity thoughts from past beings.
Stilling my heart, while racing through my mind, reciprocating past visions with many images of tantalizing auras of yesterday.
Recriminations fall to the wayside as I focus interiorly on family and close ties, always situated alongside my thoughts, helping me through daily routines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem