The Expansion Engine #poetry

Your imagination is a seed and words are the water and the soil and the sun and the storm that grows it into a forest so thick with possibility that you get lost in your own creation and find yourself wandering paths you never knew existed
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Listen, when you say "butterfly," you're not just naming an insect, you're invoking metamorphosis, you're calling down the ancient magic of transformation, you're saying that nothing has to stay the same, that everything beautiful was once something else entirely
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And when I write "ocean," I'm not just describing water, I'm summoning the memory of the first word ever spoken, the primal sound that split silence in half and taught the universe how to sing
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Your dreams are too small until you find the words to make them cathedrals, until you learn the secret names of all the gods that live inside your longings, until you speak your wishes into existence with such precision that reality has no choice but to rearrange itself around your vision
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We expand or we die, and words are the wings that carry us past the boundaries of what we thought possible into the territories of what we can make real.