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Imagination — like a twirl of smoke from a hookah pipe
Creates two Books —
The Book of Nature that Newton read
Madame Curie and infrared.
The Word of God by prophets asserted —
Isaiah, the Buddha, Jesus, Mohammed,
Father Jones …Other single-eyed converted.
By poets inspired
Milton, Donne, Dante, Blake, Kalil Gibran
Picked up by buskers Appropriately wired.
These Books rest uneasy.
Imagination feeds a clash:
God spawned Nature Or Nature— God.
One book must triumph — be supreme …
Imagination drives a unity dream.
Its back on metaphysics,
Imagination seems to work its daring best When eyes are closed
Freed from experience
For senseless soaring—–In a wild disjunctive world.
Imagination turns upon itself
By dreaming up fantastic possibilities
Projected scenarios
That water knowledge
And suggest what’s to be done.
These lines
I thought imagination grew
not tethered to my eyes.
Yet without the education of my senses
Would imagination learn its tenses?