Flowing Horizontally Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Configuring concepts, taking them into depths of ingenuity
where they can be tweaked and given reasons for existing.

Pine organs playing musically in time with measures of
happiness, as death lays it's hands upon ideas of life.

Ruining the picture of an endearing temperament, letting
it fall into the coffin, a once upon living human being.

Never rising again, flowing horizontally through a new
vertical reality beyond earth.