Isolating self in depths of music, letting it feel free to
entangle and twirl around in this brain, never disclosing
the energy as it flows all the time in many aspects of life.
Details falling into lines of poetry, taking time to write
and listen to poetry while it finds its way into a future
that continually wriggles into another phase and dimension.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem