Participating In Intellect

Letting the door of my mind slam and reverberate throughout intellect, awakening it's pulses and letting edges be seen alive and vibrating with colors. Anticipating energy that will soon be arriving in the ideas of yesterday's memories, coming alive once again. Remembering the loss and death that has begun in the past and is still with me here in the present. Knowing it will be with my future, only because it is being written here where you are seeing it as it appears from this pen of mine. Serving only the mind of literate people who are going to read it no matter what should transpire, even after untimely demise from this earthly home. Participating no more in the atmosphere of my very own intellect.