imagination

figments fleeting by

a socked foot slipping past the corner of your eye

an echo of your own voice, continuing on and on and on

and the raptured words of someone you don’t even know
swimming in your
mind

~~~

i suppose i’m doing
exactly
what he invited me to do
[which is pretty cool]

~~~

if i can’t explore
abandoned buildings near me
i can at least explore
the abandoned ruins
of my mind