Another Margin Of Reality Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Insisting on being heard even though turning away from
them, certain thoughts filled with pain of a lifetime,
continue to slap and maim without ever quitting again.

Steadily standing and moving forward, participating in
the realms of another margin of reality.

Sounding beats of tomorrow's evening songs, as they will
be played by guitars and drums, keeping us stationed in
quiet atmospheres where no other may come.

Sequences are forming inside intellect, increasing thought
and multiplying them in many equations of eternity, moving
rapidly, noting every detail coming quickly into the nature
of my essence.

Qualifying without exception every notion and idea being played
in rhythms before me, singing melodies, as they rapidly rise
and fall inside, catching on to the fabric and texture of
intellect.

Somberly sitting there, watching as everything revolves and
takeing me into other dimensions, being filled with aptitude
and fortitude of an inner strength, now being used to the
utmost and being prepared in amounts of talent.