I live in a world of fantasy
Not caring to dangle my feet
Into the fountain of reality
The waters of life offer no joy
To a soul that has retreated to another plane

It is true I am reclusive
At times irritating
Extremely elusive
I confess
I am unconventional
As most poets are somewhat eccentric
This I am sure you already know

In truth I am an artist of letters
Mixing and stirring words around
Emerging the vision comes forth
Magician of ink and paper
As I write it ****** the imagination

So it is I live in a world of fantasy
A movement of my pen into structured paragraph
The colors are there for all to see
A picture of anything they desire it to be
My strange world of fantasy





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