Aperture in the universe
newborn, idea, or brush stroke
unfolding, release.
Something unknown
outside the well worn crease,
explodes through bland ticks of time
into significance.
A bit of pyrotechnical grandeur
becomes millions of colored lights,
if only we dare to dream.
lillian the home poet 
That last line is so true. If only indeed
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Exactly! Here’s to dreams and creative ways.
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And to what those ideas birth!
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