Working Things Out Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Working Things Out



Time has a way of working things out as we progress
continually in westerly directions of the mind.

Exercising every synapse, pushing it to extremes and
going purposefully into skies of blatant recognition.

Steering across remnants of placid images, serene,
and set deeply in lakes of darkened visions.

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