And Imagination. . .

Let your music burn the air,
let your words sear the mind.
Nicotine plays havoc on the soul,
as reality is lost.

We are consumed by imagination.
Imagination that wakes us up,
in the middle of the night,
panting, sweating, mind screaming in pain.
When reality is nothing more,
then a figment of our imagination.
And imagination
is real.

Close your eyes so that you may see.
Open your palms and feel the wind caress your fingertips,
and learn to feel again.
Mind numbing, crashing pounding.
Soft words whispered in ears,
too used to the cacophony of this world
to listen.

Stretching sinews,
overheated fingertips.
A mind suppressed by the nature of
this physical reality.
Let loose, thoughts pervade
control our world.
And imagination
is real.


-- me.