Holly Bohto Poet I do not know?

Unreality Recycled

Imagination
A device in the mind
Used by
Artist's
and
Scientists
To go beyond
The spectrum of sanity
Then back to 
The beginning of the universe
In a space time continuum
A gift of intellect
Beyond human comprehension
It's spun into a joyous ride
Where not all can buy the ticket
That's where the cycling of reality is born
And the recycling of unreality bursts forth
Imagination 
A polarizing device in the mind

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Darren White January 18, 2017 at 11:25 PM I like the poem, as well as the comments left for you by readers ;)

Holly Bohto May 16, 2016 at 9:08 PM Needed revision.

Holly Bohto May 15, 2016 at 1:38 AM This is what happens when I can't sleep. I think to deep. Or am I in an unreality spectrum. You tell me.