Swaying to and fro, listening to rhythms of nature
as they ease slowly down avenues of mind-altering
motions.
Careening sometimes into one another, blasting
novel editions of poetry into being.
Existing contentedly within a sphere of matter -
creating from it is absolutely fascinating - filling
me with an ever-growing curiosity of how it's done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem