An Elusive Mirroring Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Fingers playing in tune with this darkened night, explaining
the succinct motives of mankind in the throes of a magical
mystical manner in an elusive mirroring.

One that would ordinarily never be seen this side of life, an
intuitive explanation that never gives in, spreading life as
music stretches it all in different directions.

Having no real conscious thought, living in a void of instan-
taneousportraits that don't usually hide in an array of
time zones, staying in the open and keeping time always.