Wailing interiorly with patterns of energetic verve,
speaking only to my mind with cognitive thoughts.
Filtering in abstractions, creating new causeways
into depths of my soul.
Finding new senses of communication within, calmly
lamenting a lack of hours in a day to finish every-
thing I need, to develop for future literature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem