Circle of Figments

A circle of figments,

Bits of imagination,

Swirls about my head

I catch pieces of dreams

Pictures I never dared to paint

Books I was too lazy to write

And imagined conversations

With people

That I could have loved

Had I known them

It's as if my thoughts

Are a film

Hacked apart

And spliced back together

A joyous, beautiful, surreal edit

Having little affinity to the original ideas

But far more splendor

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