Snaking Mosaics Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Snaking Mosaics



Raining interiorly, pouring over my consciousness,
saturating my mind with fresh ideas and culpable thoughts.
Beginning mosaics, snaking through me, coming to puddles
and lounging in them without interruption from anyone.
Tracing interpretations down aisles of knowledge, as wisdom
crawls into pages of cloud-filled ideas.

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