It often fires the fuel of dreams
It doesn't take much if you try
To touch the ground; to reach the sky
We sail its waves all through the day
At night we break it all away
Its sturdy when we hold on tight
Its fringes furled with aether' slight
Beyond its shores we come alive
Without bounds whence do we thrive
Where shapes become and come undone
Potential manifest in the eyes of years
Coincidence and circumstance
The shaping of a notion
Visions seen all through mind's eye:
The cerebral quantum ocean
© Copyright 2012 Brian Joseph Johns
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