Rearranging patterns, climbing into canyons of tomorrow
to search the ledges for merciful holdings in the depths
of their souls.
Figuratively separating classical music and jazz, then
collating both into a radical new theme of intense
rhythm and difficult designs.
Forming interior phases as I write all of it out in
episodes of daily life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A classical poem on rare theme. Nice job. Keep on writing, poet