Minds handling rhythms as they fall quickly and intensely
into imagination's pools of subconsciousness.
Succumbing to insistent thoughts as they are recognized
constantly in words put to music.
Lengthening arrogance dying along the way, rearranging
patterns of light and darkness into forays of ribbon -
like rainbows of gold and blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem