The First Emanation

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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