Imagination strayed

Imagination strayed (7th May 2008, 4.15pm)

Imagination drifted, strayed into something too like real,
Unintentional, like a newborn idiot learning how to feel,
Cold as a dagger kept on ice, your words divide me
Like Moses and the Red Sea, am I mixing up my history?

Biblical: war follows curse follows blood follows plague
If the choice was in your hands could you choose who to save?
Could you launch a personal crusade against a race
As you have against me, scream caught against face?

Consider me an untamed country, a foreign and uncharted land,
In which you, unaided and unmapped, in ignorance stand
Waiting for something to drop from above; bombs of suicide
If you trust your luck and leave judgement to one side;

Run and hide, back to the caves of an unholy kingdom
Where the prisoners await a punishment that never comes
And the guards stand with loaded guns, watching sunset after sunset,
Letting beauty grow dumb and unappreciated, and yet

Caught at the back of my brain on the floodgates of memory
Strains an echo of the picture you once drew inside of me;
I knew, I knew you once, before the overwhelming sense
Of what has gone before destroyed my total lack of innocence,

Stop me if you think you’ve been bored of this melody before;
Hold up your tired, blistered hands and slam another painful door
Right into me; break another TV, a relic of the intimacy we grew,
Like tending tomato plants which only staked grow straight and true.