the empty spaces fuel our imagination and we fill them in
what we imagine is what we want to believe can someday happen
it’s hard to unsee this normal coat hook as a boxing octopus
the table is setwhere we can gather safelyjust imagine it
there is no limit to the places we can go while we’re sitting still
my thoughts have escaped on the breeze whistling soft through the pine needles
the greatest power is in the imagining of what we don’t know
sometimes your senses will make you believe you can smell a photograph
what’s behind the gate is likely better in our imagination
sometimes history is lost and we must use our imagination
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