Imagenation

                      

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Carried out through the day,
We live and we pray

For what will come tomorrow

When the remaining commit to sorrow.


The sphere is faint

When we forget it's restraint,

those who live to wait

In this cosmic paint.


Sanity,

built to receive,

A reality,

to deceive.



Our dreams realize,

more than can our eyes,

As time flows

Our mind goes.


Imagination dunced,

To coincide like insects,

To be boxed

Hence:


The loss of  infinite

The all too redundant

definite


Construction

Destruction

Devolution

Sphere's creatures only talent


Imagination




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