Instrumental Knowledge Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Thrilling measures of ZZ Top filling the atmosphere with hesitating
rhythms, leaving me breathless and yet wanting more than ever for
it to go on and on throughout this night.

Burning into this mind with a strong desire of instrumental knowledge,
riveting every particle of my mind within an exciting vibration that
takes me into the jungles of imagination.

Wandering curiously alone, loving the adventure and discovery being
given to intellect, rising to the occasion each and every time and
slicing hurriedly into dimensions awaiting my every endeavor, allow-
ing for the juxtaposition of every fiber to be formed into sound.