Going through this mind with a fine toothed comb, locating <br />the tiniest thoughts hiding within. <br /> <br />Finding that they are utterly intense and familiar, always <br />needling invisibly, keeping themselves down in interior <br />depths. <br /> <br />Yet, needling incessantly with the finding of each of them, <br />racing clocks of time, spreading self throughout generations. <br /> <br />Allowing all of them to be expressed in many volumes of <br />poetry, at long last resting in palms of interior libraries. <br /> <br />Waiting to be read and explained in educational environments.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/interior-libraries/
