Quickly calculating time periods in measures of music
as they are taken up into avenues of understanding
instantaneously, noting the importance of continuing
to write rapidly in order to do so.
Keeping words flowing automatically in even progressions,
always listening, allowing expressions of tantamount
importance to ascend mountains of intelligence, following
of rhythms while continuing to become a part of music and
melodies themselves.
So complacent in an atmosphere of servitude as life keeps
building higher into total inspiration of this mind through
an amazing process of ascension into intellect through
wisdom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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