“Head In The Clouds”

Just thoughts…

Just wondering,

from

a multiplicity

of

letters and noughts.

Entering, into concepts,

through

cognitive doors…

observing, mentally,

the symbolism,

through

Heavenly apertures.

Investigating,

the

evolving inventive,

in vectors,

and

revolving perspectives.

A virtuous vortex,

of neural selectors.

But,

no pressure,

to perceive.

Simply, musing

and retrieving.

Wandering,

with cotton-candy,

cumulo nimbus,

in super-surround..

Head,

categorically,

in the clouds…

Feet,

concretely, floating,

on the ground.

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“Head, Full Of Butterflies”

Head,

full of butterflies.

Filled with ideas,

flitting,

from flower-to-flower

of

vivid thought.

Antennae,

dip into

the bells of imagination…

Ring the colours

of changing intention,

with ease,

through liberty

of expression.

No bones of contention,

lodged in the throat,

nor abstention,

from

Reality.

Set,

to swim the channel

of ingenuity.

Morph,

into the new creature,

of nascent creativity.

Wings,

can, now, unfurl.

Like oysters,

made to form

Unique Purpose,

in every,

delicate pearl.

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