Original Nucleus Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Responding to calls of nature while sitting here inside
by the computer, writing.

Whiling away in wonder and curiosity, letting imagination
have it's turn with ideas being churned out through
intellect.

Senses intensely filled with all types of scents, tastes
and textures, coming into an existence on their own.

Playing in the mind of beginning, tossing ideas around,
finding interior sequences of coded messages being sent
steadily within a soul to intellect.

Causing turns of events, conspiring to enlist outer
dimensions of space to become a part of the nucleus of
original beings.

Noticing the total textures of other worlds never being
expressed in relation to what is already known here on
earth.

Life becoming what it is, made of from the very origins
of time in it's lonely space forever.

Coming into the light when reflected upon, in memory's
images, never being blinded by the darkness of the
night, as it travels through this soul.