Moments Of Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Knowing nothing of future lifetimes, always walking runnedly
into spaces prepared beforehand.

Likely aspects continuing down mountain slopes, skiing towards
endeavors of fate's behavior on boards of fashionable displays.

Leaving behind every particle of knowledge as circular patterns
catch designs in eddies of peculiar circumstances.

Finding nothing of life in times of being, following moments of
death, creeping nearer to my soul.