Refiguring New Designs Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Centering all thoughts as they try to alleviate the pain situated inside many points of interest.
Sticking every song's rhythm into plateaus of new dimensions, gathering all things closely so as not to lose any of them.
Staying close, rhythms placating all senses, as nighttime positions of being fall upon the essence of lonesome emptiness, unable to comfort any sections of my brain.
Searching helplessly for a corner to hide in until all aspects have been taken apart and refigured in new designs.