Aptitude Of Intensity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Aptitude Of Intensity



Tasting wines of hidden ideas as they ferment in back
closets of my mind.

Sensing an aptitude of intensity creeping upon me,
spreading like wild fire into all categories of
subconsciousness.

Living on edges of perforated nature, building
blocs of spaciousness within, housing literary tomes
in imaginational mountainous plains.

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