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Fundamentally

The answer

Is enough to silence the questions.

Poetically done

Unless pain is conceived as something literal.

But no one else sees this pain as literal.

Imagined pain.

Because God imagined me here

Because I imagined you said something to me.

I imagined you mattered

I imagined I didn’t hurt you

Until I realized

You imagine also.

I imagined a long life

I imagined I could forget pain

I imagined I could give children my genetics

Who wouldn’t harbor my pain.

I imagined I would create something

For something other than loneliness.

I imagined I was better than Jesus.

Perhaps Jesus just has more groupies than me though.

I imagined I sat in a corner

Though I did

The dream was more to my liking.

I imagine and imagine

In dreams.

I see things

In a hazy fashion.

I imagine young kids

Almost as young as me.

I imagine someone cares

I imagine

That finality isn’t so sure of itself

That the answer

Has some questions of its own.