No images
No feelings
No memories
Can bind me
Anywhere
I am though
Here there
All time.
I am not trying
To prevent anything,
I am not allowing
Anything to happen,
I am not thorough
Free though.
I am unable to measure
The air and the sky.
Causing sounds to continue
I am placing all materials
Before all present
And each one considered
To be good and proper.
Showing all skills underneath
I turn the pages
Over and over again and
Yet again so smoothly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem