Rhythmically pressing keys in time with images trying to
be noticed.
Enticing so many thoughts out into the open, all of them
cooperating at one level or another.
Piercing myths of yesterday, taking abstract notes and
cognitively pouring them over rhetoric from the beginning
of time.
Solo journeys beginning now on the edge of a new musical
etude.
Likely to be a major hit set to rhythms of a radio and played
daily by request.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem