That we may be unreachable
who long to be reached
unrecoverable who ache
to be recovered
each in our own century
and waste
one romantic boogey-man
after another under the bed
who have abandoned
childish as despair
if it is you who puts you here
guided by more
intelligence than sense
what are light and
darkness to you
if not gods to be
worshipped
and then overcome
what about imagination
don’t you get?
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