Imagine

Return to the safety of the
World within
The sanctuary,
Here nothing can touch me
But everything will because I control all.
Imagination runs deep
And words run free,
The breeze carries them, it’s intoxicating
The quixotic tendencies are pungent
Not putrid.
It’s compelling
Words on the wind,
Lyric poems swell in my heart.
And just as I perceived
It is reality.

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What is reality? That is something that I am always wondering about, so, why not answer that question in a poem? I was into language in this poem, with words like quixotic and intoxicating. It was grand fun!!!! :-)

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