Tangling Abstracts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Finding my way through a jungle of tangled ideas,
being enlightened by their illumination of tomorrow's
inventions.

Watching as they grow and tangle with each other,
combining abstract formulas and rhythms as they create
novel aspects for future medicine and awesome total
ideas.

Walking into interior dimensions, finding my way
creatively being opened wider down aisles of aspiring
tones and quality of appropriate timing.

Keeping up with rapid sounds of silence as they proceed
to walk along edges of inner canyons, filled with misery
of mankind, wanting to encompass all of it in a myriad
of cures for illnesses both physical and mental.

Exacting fortunate formulas with anticipated results to
be brought forth in writing.

Gathering collectively, bringing all of it to a head,
and spreading it carefully across earth.

Seeing a wonderful transformation taking place right
before my mind's eyes.

Giving solace and relief to everyone no matter who they
are.

A magnificent vision of peace and health throughout life.