Likely aspects taste savory to appetites of subconsciousness,
unlike any other activity outside realms of imagination.
Filing delicately, single-file, thoughts contrive to mask
feeling emotions with aplomb and peaceful negotiations while
words meander in and out of their interior travels.
Life canters out of control, unraveling itself as central
issues become part and parcel of something bigger and better
later on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life canters out of control, unraveling itself.....