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Textured dreams

Matrix themes,

Second hand

Regurgitated memes,

Imagination gone to sleep

As old literary giants

Hang heads and weep

Low the creativity

Replaced by uninspiring dreams

Replaced by narcissistic selfies

And dreams of becoming wealthy

From external posturing

The posterior is not everything

Why seek the bottom

Rise to the top

Consciousness should be unlocked

Imagination put to work

Think so hard that at times it hurts

Feel the power and the pain

Expose emotions and old wounds

Time and again

See the beauty, the light, the dark

See the ugly, the monsters, the spark,

Lose yourself in quantum verse

Think before speaking and writing first

Nothing good comes from a knee jerk

Immerse yourself in the universe

Of cosmic creation intuition

Bristling like atomic fission

Alive I tell you, I am alive!

Because I choose to use my creative mind

And refuse just to rehash and reuse

That which has gone before

I choose to open new locked doors

Rather than revisiting the same old places

I seek adventure in new spaces and places

Hitherto unknown and undiscovered

Seeking the darkness to find where the love is.