Sloshing through earth's turmoil, staying away from it's
edges, not wanting to be brought into it.
Listening instead, to upbeat rhythms that occupy my mind
allowing more immediate thoughts to be seen on interior
spheres of being, giving opportunities to be placated
within new pictures of ideas and concepts.
Avenues of perspectives pop into view, gathering themselves
collectively into puzzles, putting them together so that
inventions can be brought into a reality of sorts today in
print.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem