A poem about the stuff of imagination

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Limits are the stuff of knowledge.

Let fly the mind and heart and soul

To find that other stuff:

Not nighttime dreaming, but

Fanciful, wonderful, and even truthful, 

If full of fancy and wonder and truth.

Not limited, except for those limits

Self-imposed or legislated by fear. 

Let fly and capture that which might incite change. 

Or, let fly and ride the currents like a bird of prey 

Seeking whatever it is you seek, 

or discovering yet-imagined secret treasure

lurking among that other stuff.

By Russell Willis

From: United States

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