With your imagined hammer,
see bright bits
of imagined personality
blow weightless
in imagined breezes.
Imagined reflections,
against imagined blue pasts
floating down upon
an imagined field,
imagined dry and barren
save for an imagined stone,
imagined leaning
at an angle askew in grass
imagined uncut,
poorly carved by imagined
stonecutters to read
in imagined sunlight,
“Here lie dreams
told to a future
imagined universe,
poorly transcribed
by Honor Usurped
by Usurper Honored”
Imagined date missing.
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