Insisting on being heard even though turning away from br them, certain thoughts filled with pain of a lifetime, br continue to slap and maim without ever quitting again. br br Steadily standing and moving forward, participating in br the realms of another margin of reality. br br Sounding beats of tomorrow's evening songs, as they will br be played by guitars and drums, keeping us stationed in br quiet atmospheres where no other may come. br br Sequences are forming inside intellect, increasing thought br and multiplying them in many equations of eternity, moving br rapidly, noting every detail coming quickly into the nature br of my essence. br br Qualifying without exception every notion and idea being played br in rhythms before me, singing melodies, as they rapidly rise br and fall inside, catching on to the fabric and texture of br intellect. br br Somberly sitting there, watching as everything revolves and br takeing me into other dimensions, being filled with aptitude br and fortitude of an inner strength, now being used to the br utmost and being prepared in amounts of talent.br br RoseAnn V.