in this ecclectic mind
which reels and spins
and twists
with words
(images)
(sounds)
this mind which spins
(i can't contain it)
the voices that speak
(there's no stopping this now)
in this ecclectic mind
i
(see a fracture and grasp it)
and
i like the way it sounds
or moves
i like the way it sings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem