Imagination

If it is like surviving your own feral imagination - 

then I’m quantified, altho not saved; it’s a case 

of being caught amidst predilections that small 

repute would comfort if you’ve the perspicacity 

to obviously grow somewhat: I haven’t earned 

it, cautiously at least not yet but there’s what’s 

learned & that given freely in the pact of scars 

after the event - thus wise I’m a bit adrift asea 

But it’s the Me I know best and introspectively 

feed the wisdom within; we agreed upon it as 

a mode best suited us, that act of concord for 

mending fences we’ve yet to engender - if we 

read signs properly; and there is the dilemma, 

mostly its our own imagination’s invention 

© 17 June 2016, I. D. Carswell