Dear Imagination

Why did you float away
Through the tips of my skin
Leaving me with nothing
But logical thoughts?

Why do I align perfectly
Inside square boxes
Without any swerves
Or ticklish spots?

Make it stop because
My mind cannot conform

Or it will rot!

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