RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
A Small Moment
Mazes of truth we hide inside are dealt with on an unconscious level - one we are not aware of.
Tantamount to spiraling stairs in a castle tower, life follows this procedure preferring to always reach up and touch the sky.
Watching tears spill down stairs of eternal destiny, a mind is filled with anticipatory words.
Wisdom unfolding itself in a circular motion, watching as it slowly swirls from it's nest of natural commotion into tides of motionless thought.
Gel-like, grasping everything, holding it in a space of timelessness all it's own.
There are no words of prey to pounce upon the sweetness of eternity.
All liveliness exists and emanates from one small moment of splendor and glory.
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