Imagin All the Poeple
Another generation of himself
unzipped his soul like a banana,
stepping instantly
into another dimension of
the same dream.
Never died - never born,
it was an implanted imaginary life,
knowing this, was of course
as useless as a map of the sky.
The only thing not imaginary
was the emanation of God
looking from human eyes.
For a brief moment he thought:
"If I am alive, I must have been dead
or else how could I know I am
alive now?
Nothing had really changed,
he was still 75 years from the grave,
also, a lifetime nearer to
the next womb.
It came upon him
that his liking for chocolate ice-cream
had abruptly become
an insatiable desire
for strawberry vanilla.
Upon a stone plinth
an inanimate frog
flickered,
as once more
it changed into a stone
Buddha.
"Nirvana is that close!"
Hollered a ruby-cheeked Cherub
speeding past
on its tricycle.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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