Me Human

Imagine me ye imagination,

Living in the hollowness of a diamond’s
Amidst the mirage’s dread of losing its reality.
Holding a fear that spurs the animal surge.

The womb that bears what it seeks not,
And the seeker that bears not.

The converging skyline is but the heart’s vista,
And so even the eye that sees not weeps.

Have me in your hallowed studio,
Where tamed lights manufacture beauty.
And the grass keeps growing from green to brown.

I’m but a muted song while you, my imagination
Keep dancing; I tap my feet with you in my muted stance –
maybe your imagination will label it a tango.