The First Emanation - Deca

We are colder now

We have not love’s first magic here

You come to me quiet

This bulb’s not yet broken out into some

(incomprehensible chatter)

I don’t think that

I think we’re all anguished

We’re all phantom

We’re all unhappy and wretched

Imagination

I push up through the stems of flowers

And step out onto lawns

I’m newly frozen rains

Dropping onto ponds

I am imagination

Though not whether it is a lawn or a universe I am crossing

Some vision of this planet might come and go

Why do you put it to words, this wonder?

Thirsty creatures seeing through mist

New planets floating

I follow the ant in its tree trunk world

I am imagination

When I enter your women they glow

You would pull curtains back on them

But heaven might see it’s only rivals

Are you watching me

In my immensity wander all your senses

I am the paradise never lost

Only you must evaporate before reaching me

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