My Imagination strecthes far beyond unrealistic
thoughts.It is a stepping stone for idea's closly related tometaphors.Its fueld by ethanol resulting in internalcombustion creating gases of all sorts. Hydrogen...Relenquish my soul like a waterholein the desert bringing hope to animate lifesources being opressed by the heat.Oxygen...Runs through my veins transportingbubbles of life to my heart of which without iwould cease to be me. Nitrogen...the fertilizer of earth, which is relatedto the phenomena of my birth-in which myfather fertilised my mother to create me.i'm a wonder of creation, far beyond scientificunderstanding, but i pollute the only planet i cansustain my life on..a flaw in my evolution. But inbetween that i have invisions far greaterthan my physical being.my imagination
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nyny2013 says: So deep.I love this piece. |
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