Moving into spaces of yesterday's tomorrows, I fit many thoughts, entering them into puzzles and mazes, filling out many pages of purpose and talent.
Associating everything I see with cognitive expressions of reserve.
Taking time to become a master at wording whatever it is I feel and think.
Somewhere inside, touching with velvet thoughts, I furnish the world with poetry.
Making them think, pause or reject whatever it is they decide is their interpretation.
Eventually we'll all end up at the end of life on the same page in eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem