Slicing An Interior Fiber Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slowly slicing through an interior fiber, noticing
that there are other particles attached to it, ones
that have not been seen before.

Enlightening and also illuminating dark corners this
time, planning to use every facet and tiny particle
of this new essence.

Wanting to work at inner timing of rhythms, yet some-
thing is stopping this endeavor right now, slicing
together through many details, hoping to solidify the
beauty and magnificence of intellect once again.