Pictures surrounding my mind, wanting to be expressed in poems right now.
Switching and altering themselves, jostling for the front of the line.
Pounding incessantly in the darkness, trying to be heard in picturesque volumes, sending all of it to my brain.
Writing totally in peaceful rhythms, calling each one in turn, living the visions that I see and write of here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem