Insufficient Imagination

It seems to me the persistent

Drip of water

On your captive imagination

Or insects in sufficient multitudes

A thousand casual

Acts of war

Should all be enough to 

Clue you in (my dear)

Hell is real

And has been for some time now 

Don’t pretend you cannot 

Imagine what would remain 

With only Light removed

From our collective 


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