Original poem's lines: The waves of life divide a still, unsounded drive (Humanity is bounded to) while surfing through the peaks and chasms innumerable worlds made up of words (keep resonating through) the fabric of the cords. Into the word I look while diving into every nook (its power- still concealed) into the mystical book of zeroes and of ones unbearable deep oceans made up of nothing but emotions (inside the words) behind the inward light of all our worlds. And still, the waves divide!
