Sitting nowhere, contemplating nothing I can see, hoping to be energized by mindful puzzles decorating photographic screens.
Daring me to put them together as I witheringly fall into myself, dying from physical ailments, taking me to another plain.
Far away, skating the skyways of my heart as I slide across my soul in feverish poetical styles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem