Music playing, rhythms testing each sound
mathematically, creating directly from
intellect.
Using an imaginational reality along with
thoughts as they sometimes seem to jump
rope in measures of tempos and rhythms.
As they're being listened to incessantly
by this mere poet, wanting to continue in-
to that very last moment and breath of this
temporary life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem