Feeling Instant Sensations In Intellect Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Feeling Instant Sensations In Intellect
Somehow tapping of rhythms never stops this mind from
thinking, a continuous and incessant rhythm feeling
the instant sensations dancing and beating in intellect.
Always on the range, desert or mountains, finding things
to write about as nothing gets in the way at all, weighing
in on ideas as they come to mind while writing to patterns
of rhythms clapping and beating in time with melodies.
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The mind is a cauldron of fire lit by electrical pulses. It drives the inner you.