Flashing lights sanction a beautiful vision of nighttime
effervescence.
Bordering on edges of subconsciousness, waiting to take
the plunge into unknown territory.
Imagination spills over onto reality's sands, devouring
it's triangular points and placing them into interesting
aspects of poetry.
(7: 29 p.m. - 12/12/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem