Looking at red and white delicate glass panels settled upon
reception desks like a soothing balm that captures the essence
of life, creating an atmosphere of peace and tranquility.
Most of the time glass is clear, allowing people to see out-
side, no obstacles standing in the way, but these panels are
also textured in striated lines.
Capturing the interest of this mere rebel poet, much like
everything grabs hold of this mind, putting it all upon
pages of journals in the form of prose and or poetry.
Placing details in lines of many journals where they entice
captivate and show it all in imagery of each memory saved on
a photographic screen interiorly, thoughts coming from within
subconsciousness and into depths of other dimensions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem