poem 004

My Imagination Flies
. [04/01/00 - a poem following something Rene Crevel might have said.*]

My imagination outreaches me,
wrenches the bars of reason’s cage,
and like a bird, flies off upon the air(s) from which I came,
carried above the world and pushing the horizon further,
before turning around to find
. . . the island toward which I reach
. . . . . . . . and graze my
. .........finger.

* Something said in Kay Boyle’s fictional “Afterword: A Conversation with Rene Crevel,” in Rene Crevel, Babylon, trans. Kay Boyle (Los Angeles: Sun & Moon Press, 1996): 161.