Retrieving whatever is left in time, hoping that it
will be enough to last until the sunsetical horizon
is upon this poet.
Looking about, figuring out mathematical formulas
hidden deeply in rhythms, coded and saved for the
future.
Details all settled within measures of chords, ready
at a moments notice to enter a bluened light of the
Divine.
Always dwelling within, helping this poet to insure
privacy from every direction while still alive and
writing to music, a particular favorite pastime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem