Intense rhythms touching me interiorly, giving passion a lift,
a joyful glee as I continue writing incessantly, listening to
notes and sounds, searching coded rhythms, seeing equations and mathematical formulas within intellect.
Watching as my mind instantaneously figures out it's solutions,
placing them rapidly into prose, out in the open, but no one
seems to understand them for they're well hidden within interior
created and coded rhythms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem