A circle of figments,
Bits of imagination,
Swirls about my head
I catch pieces of dreams
Pictures I never dared to paint
Books I was too lazy to write
And imagined conversations
With people
That I could have loved
Had I known them
It's as if my thoughts
Are a film
Hacked apart
And spliced back together
A joyous, beautiful, surreal edit
Having little affinity to the original ideas
But far more splendor