Constant thinking, keeping intellect awake, always in
the zone, figuring out rhythms, coding each into depths
of inner algorithms, not yet thought of by others in life.
Guarding with an interior peace, keeping them solely
written on photographic screens so no one can take or
steal them from me.
In the future, all will be known and explained in detail,
all of them set in finite records to be opened only after
I have been dead for ninety-nine years.
That's the amount of time I believe, that it will take be-
fore making sense and will then be understood by others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem