Imagination
Imagination
The restless dream floats through me as I am glued to the surface an unimaginable rock.
So stuck the force presses all around and lays me down.
Rushing pulling at the base of my being as light and cold and crumbling holes loom.
Visions of wings to fly and the dream of floating move along.
The rhythm is a song that is sometimes a roar.
Shine the light down through the liquid life that moves about me cold then burns me joyously.
I am not alone.
What it must be like to be stuck on the shore floor.
A mantle of colorful webs will cover me.
Creatures will visit.
This is a beginning.
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