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 itself hard
to imagine.
(Hard, yes—but not
impossible.
We are permitted,
it would seem,
to conjure—if not
dragons—then at least
their descriptions
and pictures.)
