Imagination
Imagination is the key
Even if it seems not to effect destiny
It is because of it there is beauty
It is because of it meaning of metaphor we see
We imagine heaven
After Armageddon
House on the foot of chicken makes no sense
Yet it is very thing that awakes our sense
In a dream
Among fabric of time the rods swim
They have a nest in that dream
And yes like honeycomb in eye of eternity they seem
Apocalypse is often mistaken for Armageddon
But it actually is unveiling, extension of heaven
Time is below heaven
Yet its true nature is difficult conception
And it is that detached notion of heaven
That asks you to imagine
To comprehend bounds in boundless
End with endless
But if there is world to unveil
Imagination it would entail
Neural flame can master time
But what would be truly sublime
A mastery that which to divine is
Same thing as to us time is
This is ultimate bliss
That is what is on the other side of abyss
But for that imagination is the key
And it is imagination that foresee
And I think in some ways true would be
That imagination defines you and me
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2016
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