Stepping up onto measures of glory being thrown into
many poems that an imaginational reality processes
simultaneously never-endingly.
Loving tempos that match notes playing in this mind,
always wanting to know how rhythms feel as they flow
and touch this poet's brain.
Tender, gentle, serene, moving forward into other dim-
ensions, yet no one will ever know which one this poet
will be in at any given time, always taking chances.
Daring to challenge death at every turn, but he turns
his head as he's been warned to leave this poet alone
for God has other plans for this mere poet, as destiny
still awaits up ahead, feeling its pull and going to-
wards its destination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem