Robert McCallum (7/30/49)
Toward the Imaginary
Nary dare I tend to touch upon
The tangible ordinary,
For I prefer the delightful pull
Toward the imaginary.
O’ be it to ponder or be it to roam,
It shall put my mind at ease,
For that of common rationality
Seldom comes to please.
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