Marching through tunnels of time, seeing sights that normally are
not seen by others, always being captured through a photographic
memory.
Etched upon screens, kept organized in spheres where they can be
thought of in an instant, relying on memories is safe, because
they never fade or disappear.
Relieving the stress of ever forgetting anything, music recalling
it all the time the minute music begins to play mysteriously, using
it's fantastic magic time and again.
Enjoying how this mind works, creating, developing, organizing, re-
membering, everything done so perfectly, giving this mind an amaz-
ing hold on everything English and literate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem