Interred In Past Rythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rolling onto a red carpet of music, going into it's depths regally,
showing intellectual and mathematical routes of intrigue and intense
vibrations.

Being interred in past rhythms while still living in new impossibil-
ities of lightened horizons of wisdom and knowledge, always gathering
aspects of life and humanity to write into poetry.

Living in it's finite yet infinite atmosphere, captivated by every-
thing, emotions running rampant while constantly being in realms of
sunsetical shores that are awaiting my presence.