Rendezvous with time, as rhythms bring them out into the
open where they can be seen and delight found in them, a
postage stamp of approval on this poetical mind.
Claiming elastic moments of tempos as they move back and
forth across measures lying like train tracks across many
neural pathways.
Left to themselves in memories of tomorrow's aging sorrow,
steeping more with every rhythm in the darkness of this
night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem