imagination wakes me at all hours
and sets, and resets my world
in perpetual motion.
devoted to transcendence,
it points me to the hidden life of everyday things -
it takes them to a clearing
and renames and reclaims them all with bold strokes of colour and sound.
it loves to reinvent the world.
it tastes the sound of the sky and hears the smell of sunlight.
it eats up darkness
and mutters strange utterances
while spinning what is perceived
to inconceivable rhythms,
in wild and unnamable places.
it lays siege to indifference
and paints facts
over with illusions
it is a lost soul prowling the memories of our dead ancestors,
it wanders the purlieus and limits of language
it calls and calls and invites us to answer;
to cross the gap that logic will not bridge
between the incomprehensible,
and the making of meaning.