Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Web Of Thinking


Loving the beats and rhythms of 'cold as ice' as I
listen to Foreigner treat my mind to delicacies of
singular rhythms, touching my innermost being with
their unhesitant sensory perceptions.
Gathering feelings and emotions, pulling them to-
gether into a web of special thinking where I can
stay forever, trapped in it's forward insight of
all things scientifically mathematical.
Inventing chemicals and formulas to advance the
cure of all disease, physical and mental.
Retraining minds to accept their situations, yet
enhance them with so many alterations or changes,
bringing about amazing results that can be lived
with.

Submitted: Thursday, February 13, 2014
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