Linking details intuitively with thoughts of dying and
living while doing so, relating things being thought
as dying is silently progressing every day.
Praying, hoping to finish this particular purpose in
life, constantly and incessantly writing poetry as it's
being translated from rhythms.
Tempos, notes, tones and sounds of color continuing to
inspire, never at a loss as to what's going to be por-
trayed in words upon pages of poetry journals.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem