Sailing down avenues of sentimentality, involving every particle of being as it's motion turns inside out.
Revolving tides bewilder edges of thought and try to interrupt abstracted meanings.
So as to confuse forms and shapes of words as they are written out in codes. Mysteriously unconcerned with any facet of living, and falling continually over edges of knowledge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem