Unborn Literature Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Unborn Literature



Notes touching ivories of my mind, inviting it to
play with unborn literature at precise, exacting,
rhythmical moments in time.
Foraging amongst synapses and neurons for enabling
thought to appear in visions of future movies in
an interior mind.
Connected with soul-searching identities, finding
missing links of cohesion and reattaching them like
puzzles of yesterday's horizons.

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