Fantasy Poem by shimon weinroth
Fantasy
I might, if I could
but I won't
I shouldn't, doesn't stop
the dreaming
nots and maybes
popping in and out
are not for naught and nothing
psychic and cyclic
shadows and stuff
generating phantoms
sublime and material
whimsical and serious
shunting aside fantasies of XXX
stunting their growth
seeds of subliminal
spirits fantastic, join the chorus
come out and dance with me
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