Thoughts telescoping into the atmosphere of other dimensions, filled with images on a photographic memory.
Tossing and turning, always biting the bullet until able to listen and write poetry to musical rhythms.
Body living in the wilderness of this mind, taking time to enhance intellect with poetry incessantly being written.
Time taking each thought, idea and concept into the inner circles of musical rhythms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem