Imagination

Outrightly borne of the gift of the spirit, Cogitatively booming from the inner man Performing its duties outside of the chain-of-command,
with the thoughtful hope of yesterday's nocturnal sound.

With brilliant warmth of colors in the face set aglow,
seeking the glory of yesterday with the power of something in Nothing.
Battered but not shattered
He keeps on moving in blind eyes even with the best sight while seated in the highest high.

Creating false images from the whirling dervishes of our love life,
Periodically whirling to the beautiful tune of the southern wind,
which suddenly pulverized into thin air,
putting us to the consciousness that it is all fake.

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Original poetry written by @dtwo