imagined us into existence.
That something was very scientific,
very loving, very wild,
very mathematical, very chaotic,
very purposeful, very explosively given
to extravagance and elegance,
profusion and color,
yet so gentle that It knew
exactly how much fire to breathe
into life without burning us all to cinders.
Imagined into existence,
we are here to imagine ourselves back to
that Something, whose nature must take imagination
as the earth takes wind for the circulation of its ideas.
I will imagine myself back into the bosom of that Something
that made me as a wind-wisp,
as a pink cloud from the most glory-stained sunset,ever.