Standing in the reality of imagination, living in an
explicit happiness while doing so.
Never being tired or bored with self, because intellect
is always on fire.
Risking nothing to use innate talent, just exercising
my mind with the beauty of intellect.
Taking hold of coded rhythms, finding self in a land
of truth and fantasy, beholding the divine through an
interior spirituality.
Needing a reaction as sparks flare about in the dark,
starting a fire in depths of imagination that will
take me into outer universes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem