An Anomaly, A Mystery

Writing from an inner repertoire preserved throughout this life, never touched by anyone but myself. Issues and thoughts not being disturbed by anyone else knowing that all is intact, neatly organized, compact. Readily available for intellect to access any of it that is needed. Thinking along lines of imaginative intellect, having measures of time collecting everything in a timely manner. Never leaving a single detail by the wayside, all beauty and singularity of my being to be gathered and written into poetry for the world to read. There in the future I will be known in pages of literature, an anomaly, a mystery of this earthly life, just waiting to be discovered and learned.