Life Abstracted

There is a place

or must be a place

well, should be a place

where unfinished thoughts

bad ideas

fantastical fancies

and daydreams

co-mingle with light

and sound

Geometric explosions

swirling together and

apart

Where a drop becomes

a lion’s roar

and a whisper

twinkles brightly

then forms a bubble around the Grand Tree

the one in the middle

that expands its roots

beyond impossible lengths

Its many seeds cast forth

new sound

and light

daydreams fancies ideas and

incomplete thoughts

A circle that isn’t cyclic

except when it is

via Daily Prompt:  Abstract

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