Those who cannot imagine May be less lacking in imagination
Than refusing to contemplate
a force that flings them apart
from the desparation
of life's clinging
to itself
But those for whom imagination is no longer the choice (the soft and luxurious malingering)
see how completely their imaginings vaporise
The veil between this world and that not torn or wrenched away
simply lifted clean
without a whisper
We are relieved of one human agony and compelled to another I am glad
Not to bend
and arch the brain in wondering
on ceaseless unbearable imaginings
that stretch and burst and strain at the seams of the mind
But - the relaxation of that tension means -
the unimaginable happened
slipped through that net
both sudden and shocking
yet simple,
making easy fools of us
