Allowances Of Intellect Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Beating drums into the night, collecting particles of
my interior being, tying together, fibers still hanging
mysteriously in my mind.

A mystical factor taking my forward, letting me go, free
and totally being captured by allowances of intellect,
falling into rockets taking off.

Seeing the universe from windows of this soul, a mere
poet traveling into outer space alone through my mind
while still here standing on earth.