Recalling memories of yesterday's visions,
watching all details fill interior screens
photographically.
Sensing ideas waiting to knock on entrance
doors, leading to spaces beyond life.
Finding road blocks standing directly in
the way, not wanting to move, not even an inch.
Stationary thoughts overflowing from a once
tightly kept storage chest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem