Punctuating rhythms being taken into poetical illusions, find-
ing a beneficent and alluring fantasyland created by intellect
and imagination.
Surprising truths exposing lies and illusions, finding footholds
in life to climb to tops of heights and depths in canyons and per-
fect spaces of mathematical equations.
Awaiting recognition and wanting to be placed in a poem of
invention, tempting intellect to inscribe them into poetical
journal's being written in by this mere poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem