Places Of Intuition Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Places Of Intuition



Rays of sleepiness tender soft caresses of light
as it folds itself between blinds of vinyl.
Worried platitudes search forward, wanting to
become portrayals in masterpieces of art, set in
galleries of ancient musical poetry.
Taking into account places of intuition
manufactured out of abstract designs, futures of
their own making.

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