Flow

Flow

Imagination stretched to the limits liquefies and flows
Infinity is just a dream, but imagination is reality that
Flows, a river or so it seems from tears and fears to ablated
Joy that streams through the soul losing itself, eroding to
Nothing…nothing…nothing…but something on the event
Horizon blindingly appears, creating infinity in a moment
So, love is born, a hot molten stream that washes everything
A glow, a flow, you know, even so, you resisted it’s elation
Trying to avoid it’s ablation that is to be your salvation.

Carl James
4-9-17

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