Break-neck speed, racing into and through measures of an aging
poet, music flowing into every poem ever written, teasing mind
and intellect in melodies continually filling a being.
Leaving nothing outside of an innate talent that seems to grow
ever wider in rhythms penetrating intellect with a no-nonsense
way of experimental lengths flowing gently down stream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An innate talent grows much faster despite of obstacles. Experimental length flows gently. This poem has deeper them and this is excellently penned.10