Stashing Rhythm Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stashing Rhythm



Stashing rhythm carefully within folded synapses of my brain. Selecting each particle and soothing it slowly, methodically, into subconscious visions held up to mirrors, blending with admirable beauty.
Never leaving anything to invisibility - rousting images into being as each word stealthily moves forward.

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