Listening intently to intellect, thinking of mnemonics,
wondering at the difference it makes in this life of
poetry.
Remembering each and every memory as it dips and splashes
into imagination.
Careening into adjacent particles of wisdom, taking care
to be alert and aware, attuned to the beauty of every
image standing in line, hoping to become another subject
of a poem.
Loving the culminating poetical interludes attaching them-
selves to dangling participles of adventuresome trials and
coming about in latent aspects of another dimension in
mathematical theories, falling across lines of knowledge.
Collapsing inherent problems onto categories of persistent
chemical imbalances, sifting through many different aspects
and factors of tomorrow's behaviors in talented corners of
poetical minds.
Situating itself and finding ending results attuned to the
coded rhythms that will last into the future of all periods
and escapades of another dimension.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words are for realization- Listening intently to intellect, thinking of mnemonics, wondering at the difference it makes in this life of poetry. thank you nice poem