Inceptive Knowledge Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Living in moments of fate as days pass by unhurriedly
in tunnels of time, standing before me.

Collapsing into an indelible motion of apprehension,
allowing no competition to be had, just touching upon
the confusion that surrenders within my mind in an
absolute tyrannical display of inceptive knowledge.

Criss-crossing and delving into the wayside of every
passage on the way towards maturity, keeping a close
eye on the edges, making sure to not fall within their
circumference.

Canyon walls steeped high into the mountains, hoping
never to fall into fast flowing rivers of thoughts
hereafter.