Rapturous music filling people sitting around talking and eating, meeting on another plain.
Traipsing forward on paths little traveled on.
Softened petals of existence, flowing downhill, capturing every image with lightening quick thoughts.
Nowhere seeing matters of obsession or heartbreak for the time being.
Allowing words to escape from bits of repertoire, ending only in existential behaviors.
Penning each phrase with normal acumen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem