A World Imagined

The world is a place imagined
And there is nothing
Just thought
Inflating form

Perhaps it was that first day in fourth grade
When the change occurred
When it occurred to me
That everything had already been
Imagined
That the world was somehow
Complete
Without me

I sat at a wooden desk in a wooden chair
In a brick building on Academy Street
Glass windows
Imagined
I don’t know how long ago
Like numbers and letters
Like 1 + 1 = 1
And the two shall become one flesh
All imaginings
Of dead guys

Oh but the maple trees
Through the glass windows
The whirly birds falling green on the sidewalk
Where we line up single file
To enter the bus
They are their own imaginings
Refusing to get on the bus
But allowing their forms
To be altered
Into the desk
Into the chair
Into this human-centric world imagination

And I remember becoming frightened then
I saw the part I needed to play
Learned the rules
Of this imagining
But what if they ever found out that I’m faking?
That I’m really not part of the imagined
What if I,
like the tree
Refuse to get on the bus?
What if I sell this imagined world?
Sell my birth lie
To buy my birth right
Can you imagine that?





Man who sold the world

We passed upon the stairs,
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasnt there
He said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes -- I thought you died alone
A long long time ago

Oh no, not me,
We never lost control,
Youre face to face,
With the man who sold the world

I laughed and shook his hand,
I made my way back home,
I searched for form and land,
Years and years I roamed,
I gazed a gazely stare,
We walked a million hills -- I must have died alone,
A long long time ago.