Imagination in Choas

Ideas spring
Hot and foamy
Sometimes cool and dry
Blurred, too burnt and char’red
Beneath rigid rumbling waves
Tumbling and crashing against all
For no reason but to jerk me up
Make a thinking case for tomorrow’s sake

From slumber
Attempt to piece
All these vivid dreams
Starring with burning eyes
Behind my frail fragile skull
Yet, I am restrained by chaos
Though fancy does oft descend with muse
With answers that rave and redeem my name

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