Imagination was born out of awareness
Out of our awareness of reality
For living entirely in reality
Is incompatible with joy.
We all live two lives,
The thorny life of reality
Where jagged facts bleed us
And the secret life of imagination
Where dwell our spiritual implements of joy
Our hopes, dreams, myths, delusions, and faiths.
04.25.10
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