Extrasensory Particles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Dreaming through rhythms of music, touching intellectual
facets of imagination with my mind.

Feeling their rippled textures with extrasensory particles
of touch, hiding within.

Using them when wanting to hold pictures that come to mind
and I don't know what they are.

Collectively feeling and sensing everything interiorly
through innate senses within intellect.

Wondering how this can be done, yet able to reach in and
touch them.

Extraordinary abilities that innate nature has and can
use in perspectives that no one else had knowledge of.

Fascinating and deliberate, meticulous and intense,
intellect keeps gathering data and letting me know how
it's done.