Interior attitudes are keeping me going all day and far
into the night.
So many poems just flowing out onto paper, so intense
and alone, finding words cascading constantly, incessantly
into this mind.
Always at an energy level, increasing by the moment, through
rhythms being heard.
So unlike any other experience ever had, beautifully and
lively, living in an imagination that is used daily to
keep my sanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem