RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Selective Particles - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Not listening to conversations going on, just listening
to musical rhythms that I love from Foreigner.
Conquest of particular rhythms are fastened permanently
into selective particles of grey matter.
Always fascinating in their particular realms of
intellect, surprising me many times over, with their
expansive ideas, always being formulated in sequences
of alphabetical numerals.
Consequentially happening as they come alive in forms
of abstract ideas through contemplation.
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