Imagination

Not of my lonesome soul,

Only engaged in a moment of now,

With brakes almost fully applied,

In a slow-motion exercise,

Grasping each stalk of grass,

Or thistle, or blade carefully.

 

Thereby avoiding damage,

To its essence or my body.

 

Until transformed into something which matters to me.

Meaning.

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