Pushing rhythms into linear dimensions, watching them
delineate, shimmer and focus themselves so differently
than what they are.
Keeping at and sending them to vertical corners and
twisting them horizontally to fit into pictures of
inane puzzles that are being experimented with.
Causing and making novel impressions in the clay of
photographic screens as I play continually with
rhythms in this mind explicitly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem