Awakening this mind to pictures of thought crowding around,
wanting to be seen already.
Inpatient, yet quietly awaiting the focus they know will be forthcoming in a moment.
Hearing church bells ringing from a memory, not wishing to
be silent.
Unfolding ideas from under covers of nighttime, allowing
them to see the universe all around.
A universe created by intellect and imagination to take a
mind beyond the scope of daily thoughts.
Careening into a land of intellectual prowess and
intelligence, just waiting to be borne into another poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem