Some dream in four dimensions,
Of verbs with no declensions,
Of movies with no scripting,
Clocks telling time in binary;
A telltale world in synergy.
Some walk on hidden byways,
Some going alley-blindways,
On routes that have no meaning,
Time sends the merry wanderer
Conundrums for the ponderer.
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I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant! I love it...nice rhythm and flow.