Skyways of imagination are wide open, beckoning thought
to widen and expand it's dominion.
Sophistry of reality is a dime in a fountain; reverse
and unwind, unravel curled up ideas to be seen and
shown on shorelines of heaven here on earth.
Watch replays of yesterday alter and rearrange them-
selves into patterns newly-displayed and programmed
subconsciously in frames of mind videos, played when
alone with imagination and it's thoughts.
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