Steady, upbeat, getting rhythms into synch with
intellect, ready to write to them now.
Realizing that moments are taking over, blending
with abstracts and pouring out of my mind.
Into the atmosphere, totally living in an existence
of my being, as it runs faster into the scheme of
things to come.
No matter what happens to be going on around me at
any given moment in time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem