Tempos surrounding intellect, taking my mind into an
atmosphere filled with creative juices, flowing thru
me like a river and it's white river rapids.
Meandering into realms beyond recognition here on
earth, surfacing in penetrating tides of undertow,
filling my entire being with special promises.
Watching as better things come into view, exercise-
ing them prolifically through writing poetry, many
thoughts racing rapidly into this mind.
Pacing themselves to rhythms that run with me as
fast as they possibly can, never tiring of the music,
gathering more energy with every single moment that
couples with my being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem