Invisible thoughts standing erect, hoping to find a
way to become visible and end up in a poem of repute.
Explicitly timing moments with it's discovery, never
minding whether it is first or last in many rhythms
of prose.
Lasting ingredients falling out onto the table of my
mind, giving delicious and savory ideas to put on paper
in the form of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem