Nothingness penetrating imagination, taking me into
depths that hold emptiness, yet giving thoughts to
write about anyway.
Elastic and vibrant, holding the keys to an innate
wisdom that is usually hidden deeply within, not
imparting it very often to others.
Silent and unrelenting, not allowing ideas to
coalesce except here on paper, exhilarating and
teasing, giving empty promises a place to reside in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem