Rushing into the energy of an interior universe,
finding the pace to be exciting, thrilling me
altogether within.
Succulently sweetening taste buds of this mind,
giving it feelings of savory meals served in
feasts of celebrations.
Flavoring life with it's delicate and vibrant
concepts, being established alone in inner rooms
of festivity.
Clarifying the total essence and passion of time
as it travels through tunnels hidden in distant
and future thoughts.
Telling tales that will happen tomorrow, details
and pictures being set up and portrayed in scenery
of lifetimes spent in the past.
Searching images in moments that can only be held
within a mind, never being touched or held otherwise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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