Imagination grants us something
of what the world divides and denies,
a shade of the bliss that we yearn for.
It's not what exists that imagination
would give a second life to, no; it's only
what the image of what really exists has
become in the potter's wheel of our
mind, shaped by our imagination's
fingers more supple ones than these
of flesh. A mere vision changed, not
a doppelgänger of what must always
be beyond our reach, their purity
safe, undefiled by us.
03.08.2024
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