Staccotoely snapping thoughts in my mind, automatically energizing plenty of ideas and creating them pleasantly in volumes of literature.
Cynically appropriating abstracted definitions, turning them inside out and reusing them with many new details filled out.
Myopically spinning across screens of protrudable thoughts, as words come together and fall out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words can come into our minds and drive us crazy until we get them out into a poem. A great poem.