Thursday - Imagine

The lazy lidded moon staring

At Malala the Riveter

Attempting to tell the world

Far beyond the blank minds

Of broken long-houred workers

That power lies in the imagination

In intuition and equilibrium 

Integrity and identity

Can you answer truthfully

When they call your name

Do you claim the inherent authority

For the light of day can be as dark

As the street of hell God walks down

Wishing to comfort the sufferers

Where you hear Him whispering

Don't stop imagining something better

My gift will be beyond all measure 

Hope like despair could eat you up

But the day that you do

Is truly the day that you die