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.

The Question[s]…

Why does Sunlight sparkle in water?
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How does one create sparkling conversation?
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A smile can sparkle, and the whiteness of your teeth has little to do with it.
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Will I recognize the sparkle of an original thought when I have one?
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Moments can sparkle.
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Is the sparkle in someone’s eyes the soul?
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Sometimes a headache sparkles; someone’s knocking at the door…
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Is my life atomic fallout, explosive TNT or the bright searing light of a Sparkler?
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Gems sparkle.
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If I take out the trash will my words sparkle?