Imaginary Things Poem by Stephen Bennett The Playjurist

Out of a joy for process
and its aim
for bettering,
there naturally shows up
an array of dream pieces
out there...
imaginary things
that seem better things than most
of the real ones here,

and better they are, because we think
they are,
though
we know they are
only imaginary,
but then further it can be imagined

an imagination able to imagine
a best:
a better to every better possible...
a smaller more focused imaginary class
of supreme things
that can be projected,

without literally being dreamed
up into any specific thing
obviously not ever here, because
here is just here, except for
that part of here, which is
our imagination.