i hold infinity in my palm
toss it into the air, twirl
it between my fingers,
just as i twirl my pen.
Just when i twirl my pen.
i hurl infinity onto blank paper,
never really empty, but so-called
for the world of imagination is
victim to the blindness of a lesser world
that does not believe without seeing.
toss it into the air, twirl
it between my fingers,
just as i twirl my pen.
Just when i twirl my pen.
i hurl infinity onto blank paper,
never really empty, but so-called
for the world of imagination is
victim to the blindness of a lesser world
that does not believe without seeing.
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