The scale of imagination.

You think you have the story

but the tail comes to an end

it spins in biting circles

blurring the space it rends.

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Then just as you have the line

it falters into many

drawing images from the last

and you thought you had the skinny.

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But lo and behold

the horror has grown into bloom

now all your pretty sayings

are written to your doom.

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