..The Scope Of Your Imagination Poem by RIC BASTASA

there were those
who were constrained to take
the opaque world,
embrace the metaphors
and take hints from simple
things like a grain of sand,
or a speck of light
or the flint of a collisions,
the spectacular firefly,
the farthest star, because
if you understand and if you
utter the correct word of
their state, the way they ought
to live and be happy themselves
or just be the way they
are, being born and concealed,
growth suppressed like a seed
inside a can, a peeping hole for
its existence,
then you may finally find a
way to annihilate them, and
proclaim that they are the
hazards of this world who must
be eliminated at once.

you sleep with them you work
with them, but you will never
know them.

in poetry they are your
metaphors, for they too are
metaphors themselves, which
take meaning depending on the
shape of your taste,
the truth in you, the mirror
of your projections,
the scope of your own
imagination.