“Imagination”
A man is sleeping in his heart.
The beats keep a chain in motion within some thread.
More strings attach to our hands for light.
Fiber rings in, tension bursts upon the wet stars of fortune.
Everything on these fingers means another shade between the webs.
Like ground, like air, the mass burns along its sound.
Dreams turn the puppet upside-down or right-side-up.
Bottles are only full from the missing content.
Stories transition the fame, imagination lightens the credit.
What kind of man is he?
He rests in the four chambers- curiosity, prejudice, fashion, and glory.
Until then, life increases the fluid of conduct.
Ghosts pass where they came from.
Lost souls fill the void by eternal strength.
And, mortals vanish in disappearing ink, we depart from combs apart.
Just see his face: skin from skin, eyes from eyes, rights from rights.
People have fallen asleep in the same heart.
Virtues pollute the surface on his mark among eternal woes.
Fish are swimming into the heat with leaves over their fins, and, it’s right.
My stomach is so full of this grace I can almost reach his heart.
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