Classical Being Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Classical Being



Stringing along, vibrating, touching particles of my brain
with an essence of classical being.

Following pathways of intellect into serene placements of
yesterday's ideas.

Formulating new approaches to every thought and decision
coming to mind on this early morning at Dr. L's.

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