Signals growing again, moving between the normal and the
mysterious as light takes its time shining on the world.
Somersaulting and cartwheeling in moments of sound, rush-
ing into the mix as measures go into a tailspin.
Confiscating all things, bringing them into a strategy of
another time against the wonder of another holiday season
as it presents itself to us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem