Tomorrow's Omens Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Talented mosaics of intelligence centering on tabloids of
entertainment and entering musical scores of perfection.
Always beating incessantly in rhythmic patterns, collating
pages of eternity with a myriad of entertaining voices.
Making music within circumferences of moments, arranged
just so for future problematic incisions.
Taken onto platforms, awaiting promises made on tables of
wisdom, one day in a past future rendition.
Playing for data, sending information in formats never
existing on earth, only now, being creatively sanctioned
and formed inside my brain.
Alluding always to canyons of consciousness, never
interfering in any way with skeptic ideas of wisdom, left
over from visions held onto from the past and brought
forward so as never to be lost in tombs of death.
Existing eternally in silent pages of quiet books, signed
by authors and kept interiorly hidden in adjuncts of
historical illusions.
Omens of tomorrow, written down, showing the way toward
favorite avenues being taught and shown in indexes of
content for all to see and enjoy.