Wanting to prepare for another particular rhythm to enter
outer labyrinths and abysses of this mind.
Completing and totally absorbing beauty that I'm creating
through the freedom and independence of my soul, carefully
providing for all that may be needed in the future.
Lighting interior intellect with an abounded imagination,
open fully and not ever being closed off, sensing truths
and honesty in the placated side of intellect.
Solitarily finding and demanding an essence of self to be
sensed and brought to light within forever, an ending of
life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem