In the mind
of the imaginarian
there are bubbles
that become
urgent as molasses,
the placid movement
of time a drudgery.
But then wings
of angelic forms come to light
and a vast horizon of being
stretches outward
to new adventures.
Go for those adventures,
o wingéd Pegasus,
and with equine strength
weigh improbably upward
like a vast eagle.
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