There is a place all have been that is as dark as it is light

and justice rewards the wrong just as the right

where diamonds are as worthless as is slate

and all love resides hand in hand with hate

where two plus two can indeed equal three

where this no difference between you and me

where wakefulness is the just the same as sleep

and the shallows are as bottomless as the deep

There is a place where one can find the power to crush a mountain

and one can find the fables youth giving fountain

where one can find the singularities in the teeming masses

and one can find the infinite geometry in a pile of ashes

where one can find the maturity of a young child

and on can find the civility in places that seem mostly wild

where one can find the soul as seen through everyone’s eyes

this place is the cradle in which all imagination lies.

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This is a very old poem I wrote back as a freshman in college, maybe even earlier. Rather abstract and extremely different than my current style. But it also reflects the ideals and optimism of a freshman in a creative writing program.

Time Capsule time….for sure.

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