Running through as fast as possible, racing with thoughts and
ideas, testing many concepts against rhythms leading through
forests, jungles, over mountains and into ravines.
Laughing, filled with joy and happiness at the freedom so very
gently filling this being, tickling, teasing intellect, tracing
trails into and out of imaginary landscapes.
Acquiring concepts of illusion and reflections of reality, focus-
ing onto lines of demarcation from dimensions coming into view
from subconscious images.
All leading into lines of poetry, arranging words and lively
vivid progressions of rhythms, cavorting across measures of
sound and notes, choreographing chords to match illusive por-
traits of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem