RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Disorder Having A Purpose - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Crashing and splashing into a myriad of ideas,
creativeness playing with it's mess, enjoying
it's absolute haphazardness.
Finding there's an order and sequence to it
even though it was intended to create havoc
Now understanding that gravity has a purpose
in the perfect order of things out of the
Watching as disorder finds special patterns
and designs to create new shapes and forms
advancing technology of medicine and science.
Special procedures being done with age-old
materials are now bringing about a whole
new world of medicine also.
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