Imagine a light
Imagine that there is a someone behind that light
Who turns it on
Who makes sure it is perfectly calibrated to wash over
A body
Imagine a body
Imagine there is a someone else living through that body
Who turns it on
Who makes sure it is perfectly calibrated to inhabit
A space
Imagine a space
Imagine space
Imagine that space
That perfectly calibrated space
Every corner holding
Sound
Imagine perfectly calibrated sound
Remember
Someone is behind that sound
Who turns it on 

Imagine the weaving together of fabrics. Perfectly calibrated color
That shapes
A body
That reflects
A light
That holds
A space
Colors that move freely
Within that sound

Imagine words
Imagine perfectly calibrated words on a page meant as invitation
There is a someone burdening that poor page
To offer entry
Into light
Into body
Into sound
Into color
Into space
Into
Story 

Then…
The voices
Assembling
A someone. A someone. Then, a someone else
And so on
And so on
And so on
Until…
The calibration of those voices

Perfect whispers in darkness
Anticipating
That light
On that body
Draped in that color
Moving in that space
To that sound
Telling that story
With those words

Are finally gathered together
To set purpose
To those perfect calibrations 

The invitation accepted

Now, imagine
Or, continue to imagine

Because the imagination is
One-part memory
And
One-part hope

Imagine that invitation again
Without calibrated perfections
Only the someones behind the wish to make them so

Put perfection in air quotes
Make those quotes wrapping paper
Housing gifts of the past
Tear at that paper. Tear at it!
And behold that tearing as a new gift

Understand perfection as an oddity
Understand those someones behind perfection’s wish as odd too

The memory part of imagination
Leads to misnomers like
Perfection (The good old days)
The hope part of imagination leads to
Invention 

So

Hope for light fractured
Imagine it!
Hope for bodies disjointed
Imagine it!
Hope for sound distorted
Imagine it!
Hope for more color. Please. Ones we’ve never seen.
Imagine it!
Hope for spaces revisited not only as space
But, also ideas of space
Imagine it!
Hope for story
Hope for story?
No. Imagine story
Yes, imagine it. Still
Because imagination is all it requires
And story will remain.
Those someones behind that story

Imperfectly calibrated all

Will remainImagine it!Just imagine it!And imagine you are there