Being Possessed Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Appropriate and exacting rhythms giving thoughts a
chance to rhyme in coded sequences, taking my mind
into their inner essences where I feel at home.

Existing only to listen to the music, feeling it's
rapid tempos touching within a vibrant and exquisite
sphere of learned wisdom through intellect.

Searching silently forever for all messages being held
within my mind, being possessed in the end through
intellect's photographic memory, holding them forever.