Living and loving every moment of life brings an interior anticipation that nothing else has ever done.
Blinking off and on, thoughts find their way into openings of subconsciousness where passages lie in wait.
Wanting this poet to peer into the future, seeing what lies ahead in measures of music as it's listened to.
Meanings being formed and written into every moment of being while writing incessantly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem