Let go of your imagination
You’ve had it too long
You’re too used to the tone of it’s voice
You’ve already starting knowing what it wants before it does and as a result you’ve started running out of ideas

Please end this stunted relationship.
I’m getting tired of pretending it’s exciting
Jettison your previous conventions
And let a particle show you what the universe really looks like

Let your eardrums be your skin and feel what heaven sounds like
I can show you gardens that smell like children’s laughter at three o’clock
Take off your shoes and dip your toes in a stream of consciousness
Show restraint disdain and sneak a kiss on the cheek of an angel
Graffiti the walls that block consciousness and slap-box your insecurities

Write a Dear John letter to your old mindset because stagnation is not a sexy place to create new ideas. The decor is too cliche’ and the food all tastes like yesterday.

I wanna fuck you wearing nothing but high heels and a thinking cap,
Turned on by the galaxy ’cause it’s body is out of this world
I have become bright over time, I call it my light years.

But I fear my brain may be resting on its laurels.
Too used to concepts it’s spent years trying to discover.

So I’m leaving it.

It bores me.

I’ll be back when it’s learned something new.

– Malcolm Barrett

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