Imagine being unable to imagine
What would you be?
A hill so steep you'd throw your thoughts against it?
A decider who never had to fight?
Without advance imagination
the people perish.
Would you be a grandmother who keeps hands warm
no matter where they're from?
Or would you be a moth-like hat
on the head of a singer
lifting her higher and higher?
Would you be a newspaper soldier, easy to burn?
Would you choose to be something you can never
Or would you hold up your arms
during the metamorphosis?