Transmutation of daily life is a sacrifice made for no apparent reason. <br />All around the world are specific moments recalled from a vast <br />expanse of unconscious knowledge. <br />Like a harp, strings are recollected at a second's notice and transported to farthest outreaches and inner paths of memories. <br />Researching equivalent measures brought to bear against <br />fragmented images, finding solutions that don't match questions. <br />Far-reaching events tend to quickly huddle in bunches of tiny <br />moments. <br />Drying immeasurable moistness of inner tears, seeing them as if <br />for the very first time in mirrors of black and gray. <br />Reflections sending signals throughout the atmosphere touching <br />upon the small heart of a human being.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daily-life-5/
