Friday, March 1, 2024

A REASONABLE FACSIMILE

Are there thoughts 
we can't think? 
Are there 

elevated spaces 
where the likes of us 
are not invited? 

Or dispositions 
so base—winged, fork-
tongued emotions 

with scales 
for skin and garish 
horns on their faces—

that to sanction their 
attainment would 
be tantamount 

to damnation? 
Such a blanket blockade 
is hard to imagine;

we are permitted, 
after all, to conjure—
if not dragons—

then at least our hearts' 
content of their pictures
and descriptions.