Obtaining data and information from surroundings, everything
automatically being placed on photographic screens interiorly,
watching as ideas form.
Attaching them to abstracts, colors exploding when they are a
perfect match, fitting together like puzzle pieces, taking all
equations and formulas into consideration.
Forming the chemistry of intellect's wisdom, placing it into
the hands of the Divine for absolution and definition before
writing it down.
Always being coded in and through rhythms of music, offering
portraits of all that is necessary in the formation of every
poem being written down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem