Collaboration

Dear Reader:

Your eyes, the most public parts of your brain

Slide smoothly over small symbols, arranged

To conjure a microcosm and gain

Your trust, your sympathy; your mind, but changed

Imagine a body, supple and pure

Shining with vigor and strong, vulgar health

Watch as disease, for which there is no cure

Eats every cell, pillaging all that wealth

Imagine a mind, perspicacious, swift

Let time make a desert of that garden

Conflate dream and memory—spoil the gift

Tangle synapses; force them to harden

You do the bidding of these symbols small

Making, unmaking, enjoying it all

Yours,

A Poet