you fly
on your invented wings
you settle for a while
in an imagine place
you arrive at new beginnings
without endings
you like it somehow
where facts come and do not arrive
at any conclusion
where questions remain as they are
hanging stars in the heavens
gleaming without
mornings where people live
on forever
i am telling you
what imagination really is
invented wings
unnameable places
an eternal line
of words always unspoken
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Imagination indelibly described. Very interesting write.