It’s blank
Then it starts
The words flow
The rhythms mesh
It quickens faster
Then it slows
Follows the beat of your heart
Maybe the rain
Or the pulse of the traffic
Of your life
Of your world
Of our world
It connects us
Binds us
Wherever you are
You’re reading the same
Seeing the same
The power of a thousand minds
Reading
Rhyming
Interpreting
Imagining
Mesmerized by the words
The meter
It is what you make it
What you make it to be
Beautiful
Enlightening
Scary
Then calm
It stirs you
Lifts you up
Brings you down
Spins you ‘round
Then settles you down
Look around
You haven’t left
It’s a journey in place
It's poetry

Good telepathic demonstration.