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
and spliced back together,
a joyous, beautiful, surreal edit
having little affinity to the original ideas
but far more splendor.