Pulling aside gray curtains, looking into depths of caverns
hidden within, placing all ideas and thoughts into the light
of darkness to be read and written out in poetical form.
Socializing with every particle and fiber, noticing every-
thing that has happened throughout this vibrant and silent
atmosphere that I have been living through all these years.
Handling it with a sophistication and articulate intensity
offered when they first happened, opening my heart and soul
to each of them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting vocabulary and word choice and ideas. Regretful that it didnt rhyme. Nice vague provoking thoughts.