Would I know if imagination came first
before I lay the sentence to rest
on a page that awaits its life
with the drop of ink on it?
Everything is a cinematic ideograph
finding its expression in its interpretation
But is your interpretation true to the idea that
was actually formulated, and could be misrepresented
Could you answer this, or conjecture?
I still can’t figure it out! Though I know it all began with me!
I can see that everyone loves to map out eventualities,
but I am sworn to the humble point of beginning
Yet, my every word spawned its object
And was such existence existing in its prior existence?
How can you be certain that every barrier you break
not have a fulcrum before you thought it was motioned?
There is truth in the philosophy of Plato (Aristotle?)
that all form had already existed in the original mind
And you could say, the creator draped in his creation
and became his artwork himself
Until it was stolen, hijacked, misappropriated, poisoned!
You can see creator became prisoner
but he still reworks, like the hands shut within a clock
the passage of such a destiny, to avoid a big rip
His clarion call soulfully piping
a tune to take his dream back to its source!
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