Intermingling

            I am not what every person imagine. Possibly I am you, we’re souls, myself  twining together beautiful landscapes. A it, a be. The full whole circle minting O on men, bees, grass, cities, planets, galaxies, firelight, ideologies. Imagination I be. But what, where I am for? What might spring hellish heavenly fantasies, I am not able, I do not know. Trees, leaves swaying wherever I go. Out. Over. Among. I do, I am. One, many, being, beings, a go and feel place amidst careful dreamers wondering. A me who can’t quite retain I or you, they mixed freely between I.