Taking off, rocking into the universe on a variety of rhythms, all chosen for their predictability of being impossibly naive and innocent.
Sanctioning beautiful graces as they fall from heaven's lightened pathways.
Incongruent differences compiling logic and reason, to be used in novels of poetical license, becoming aspects of wisdom as they are written down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem