Mansions Of Wisdom Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Carrying me forth into volumes of music, popping
constantly into mansions of wisdom where all of
intelligence is acquired and kept safely.

In this case, always on photographic screens where
everything is readily available, not really having
to think.

Just looking at a sphere interiorly opens it up
where knowledge I want to retrieve is situated.

So easy and effortless, giving me an edge in every-
thing wanting to be learned and experienced.

So intent and quietly able to concentrate in a deep
and lasting contemplation, nothing ever coming close
to joy and happiness given through the energy of my
brain.

Mental capacity so totally normal and titillating
to this mind and being, unafraid to become what I am.