Imagination:
The imagination is an endless void,
A vast pool to bathe in,
Conjuring up images faster than light,
The imagination is a curious thing,
Imagine if you will the state of bliss!
But what need of imagery if we accomplished this?
Nay, man needs some sorrow in his heart,
Or is bliss a state of imagination gone wild?
Is not all imagination?
Every single reality, of every single person?
I imagine a world with few people in it,
All the rest are simply holograms,
What captures your imagination?
A crimson sky,
A long kiss good bye?
All is mind, and imagery fills the mind,
All of the time!
Well, I imagine so anyway...
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Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016
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