hope 3

fear turned into questioning

what's the point of it all?

contentment? I plead.

for me, for others, for all.

with others. with him.

oh, your imaginary friend

yes, my imaginary friend

so you concede he's imaginary

yes, in as much as I imagine him

I haven't seen, so I imagine

not imagined, but imaginary. not real. non-existent.

in as much as an imaginary number is non-existent,

but it makes things work. it makes things complete.

a trick then

yes, a trick. take me and three other i.

together, they make 1, a whole

how droll. but that's not a proof

I gave up proofs long ago

instead I keep my feet on the ground

while my soul soars 

and if deeper magic exists

deeper then my shame and wrongs

we will end up in the same place.

fear left me for a while

by the bank of a river called

hope