RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Quiet rumor floating away, leaving temporary relief
inside a being.
Stretching across time into other dimensions and
realms, our existences play themselves out with
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A sound, a smell, a touch of soul welcomes nature
into existing senses of habituation.
Strewn throughout forests of intellection, knowledge
grows itself like moss on northern sides and
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Noises of bewilderment find their way inside of jets
flying in a heavenly direction.
Scanning across a field of vision, we partake of
sound particles challenging realities of weakened
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Questioning marks of constitutionality within mired
puzzles of unpredictability, accounts for momentous
strides in science.
Withdrawing, watching, withering, walking towards
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Riding an invisible
bucking horse never
being thrown off
because we're flying
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Barreling along to the speed of sound,
riding individually together in a steel
container.
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