Shorn

Imagination image

 

At birth we are capacities untried.

Nature prunes off potentialities.

Our culture directs where effort is applied

To create subsets of realities.

But deep within us lies machineries

To plug into the strange pariah world

Where people sprout, like plants, with greeneries

And ideas snap like silver flags unfurled.

Here do dragons prowl through golden caverns

And starships sail through orange colored skies

While knights and elves sport in smoky taverns

And all dark corners harbor wild surprise.

Society constrains to mundane ends,-

Confers a job, a family and friends.

 

 

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