On Creativity
creativity
an outlet
as natural
as necessary
as neverending
as breathing, or the beating
of my
heart
a life force that
cannot be
severed
a door into the realm
that I can't,
or won't
contain,
today
or tomorrow
or ever
a vessel for the worlds and weapons
and characters and creatures and colonies
that dwell beneath the reaches
of the mind
a world that I will always
remember
an opening, like a portal
into another world
that I can't,
or won't
contain,
today
or tomorrow
or ever
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