Intent on fame while becoming insistently and increasingly
closer to interior contemplation on coastlines of treasured
clouds.
Following steps away, as steps continue to walk forward on
wayward treks to explanations of questions of being.
Writing replies to thoughts, gathering inside of tears,
while angels flit above my mind.
Touching emotion with their gentle heavenly wings, pushing
me forward onto the runway of success, leading me to
straightened roads of prose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem