I find imagination in the craziest places
Spirals stare through my dreams
Paintings knock me fluid
Soaking into existence
What a mixture, reality and me
Ideas dance like tree branches
Songs pierce the absence
Creations voice runs through
A composition by mighty pen
Infinities inkwell to dip
Poem of novel, set in itself
Beautiful confusion
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 11:43 AM UTC
I find imagination in the craziest places
Spirals stare through my dreams
Paintings knock me fluid
Soaking into existence
What a mixture, reality and me
Ideas dance like tree branches
Songs pierce the absence
Creations voice runs through
A composition by mighty pen
Infinities inkwell to dip
Poem of novel, set in itself
Beautiful confusion
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