I imagine a dense network of tunnels;
malleable, hollow tubes narrowing
then swelling - breathing a complex
language beyond my comprehension.
The synchrony is beautiful
and I long to understand it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmmm....reminds me of the huge historic organ....i heard playing in all its glory i am talking of...St Giles' Cathedral Edinburgh.... it was lovely to be there...i had a fabulous companion....and i can just visualize...a small trinket sized sprite buzzing in and out of the huge tubes.... v nice liked