11 September 2022

A Poem For Oblivion

 Mayn’t I imagine?

I thought I heard someone say

Mayn’t I imagine?

All these miseries away.

“What miseries?” came floating

Out from somewhere deep 

“All the accumulation

That all of us need to keep

In abeyance or somewhere

That gives us enough rope

To let us all be nowhere

And causes us to grope

For love or reality or anything

That might be cause for hope

That might put something somewhere

For future use perhaps

That could be drawn upon sometime

To take us through collapse

That could salve the future scars

Or fend off future wars”.

Mayn’t I imagine?

 



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