Today, it accompanies you, again - all of what you imagine it to be, and some of what it is.
It's here, now - sitting next to you - sometimes against your work, sometimes against your eyes.
You wish to speak with it, but you must wait. It isn't ready; the planet isn't prepared.
Collapse occurs on both sides if either of you bend in the wind. All is leading breeze; all rustles as what might be.
All is imagined.
But imagination occurs; imagination contaminates the raw - the unimagined.
It's your imagining; it's everything in your biome, because infatuation is an invasive species; once transported, it grows everywhere; it creates a landscape that pretends a best fit; it spreads as far as your mind can see.
It's here, now - sitting next to you - sometimes against your work, sometimes against your eyes.
You wish to speak with it, but you must wait. It isn't ready; the planet isn't prepared.
Collapse occurs on both sides if either of you bend in the wind. All is leading breeze; all rustles as what might be.
All is imagined.
But imagination occurs; imagination contaminates the raw - the unimagined.
It's your imagining; it's everything in your biome, because infatuation is an invasive species; once transported, it grows everywhere; it creates a landscape that pretends a best fit; it spreads as far as your mind can see.
