Rounding corners, seeing messages appearing in photographic
screens interiorly, flashing important details into sub-
consciousness openly and readily.
Forging and etching the beauty of nature into subways and
tunnels of an inner mind.
Pounding rhythms, falling energetically into a distant
memory, welcoming it's insight into the instant discovery
of this early morning sunshine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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