Microbes gathering in my mind, glancing around, looking for a place to begin.
Stretching themselves into patterns, eliciting a powerful array of beginning creations as they split and reunite in many different aspects.
Juxtapositionally figuring out how they can find the most favorable formulas to co-exist in an area of the brain reserved for imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem