Imagining the Unimaginable In
I have seen the unimaginable begin
To seem imaginable and something like glad
To help me unimagine what I imagine
Imagining the unimaginable in
What is unimaginable need not be bad
Perhaps a family friend as familiar guest
Not invited nor welcomed but nonetheless here
Before my face in any case ready or not
I can imagine some parts and forget the rest
But I will always recall the absurdity
Of madness as the reason for no-matter-what
And for the madness done no-matter-what to me
(How to have been used is how to have been abused)
If the curtain must fall I remember its rise
The first and last become one in the memory
I wonder if anyone can see in my eyes
That I have seen the unimaginable now
I will imagine muddling through the day once more
I think I can make it but could not tell you how
I will keep imagining until I can soar
My fall my rise the birth of hope the death of fear
An unimagined figure waits and holds the door
To a dark hallway leading down to dark-knows-where
(This is the adventure everyone else refused)
He smiles at me a little as I enter there
Because he knows this game is one I have to win
Imagining the unimaginable in
I have seen the unimaginable begin
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMVIII
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Good work.
God Bless,
Lew
Wow - I love the picture - reminds me of an Andy Warhol piece of art.
The poem strikes the imagination - wouldn't worry about the unimaginable, the present can be hard enough! LOL Very well penned.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.