Reaching forward, 
touching something in my mind, awakening, 
stirring it's appearance into frothy acquiescence.
Stipulating certain projections that need to be thought, alluring 
senses into a timeless reverberation, crossing all boundaries and
entering the other side of life, giving everything up to wishes of
death.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem