Imagination
I ponder if I have said
most of what I have
to say; for no one seems
to go on when lacking
purpose –
and true poets,
like their words
their breadth,
their width.
their height,
their depth
are nearer their
Source of being –
each syllable
a heartbeat...
every phrase
a Soul's incarnate
journey –
we compose our ships
to transverse
chapters of
uncharted
imagination –
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