REAL [?]

Is Make-Believe like Making Bread — pounding your dreams
into malleable munch[able] Baked Bread,
watching your life rise like bubbling yeast,

flights of fancy…
I am a Hawk tripping on the thermal winds,
seeking my elusive perch,

The Branch
At the top of the Old Oak Tree, Caw, Caw, it’s a Murder Of Crows;
Reality cannot be recognized without its genesis:
IMAGINATION.

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