Watching problems being acquired in repertoires of
unending rhythms, silently playing into a silence
of future solutions.
Tainting solemn pictures of an interior spirit, a
lasting sound, echoing into the atmosphere.
Culminating eventually into columns of lines,
taking mankind into upturned solutions made through
ideals of poetry.
Never missing a beat, stressing notes of every
measure, being totaled in realms of another sphere
in life.
Gradually tending to effects of mystery that are
being entered into this picture of imagination.
Placing majestic beauty of visions being shone upon
photographic screens, allowing the world to be opened
up into another dimension.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem