Thoughts strewn about intellect, taking time, meander-
ing among many rhythms while listening to music.
Watching them intellectually as they gather together,
comparing themselves with one another.
Deciding how to arrange themselves in a poetical order
designed originally from patterns through rhythms.
Realistic, also filled imaginatively with a perfect sound
and pitch, flowing across measures of time and space.
Introducing many varieties of subjects, opinions and issues
at hand nowadays.
An open mind filled with comparable ideas and concepts to
be used in prose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem