” A Figment of My Imagination” by Benjamin Anderson



A Figment of My Imagination

A figment of my imagination
Frequents as scream the swelling dream of night
Brought forth in potent exaggeration,
Familiar though it seems, yet more than tight
Than wide proportions of a common day
That cast no delusions and should repent
Fair consequence that stares and snares away
From constant scrutiny and overbite
For many a day sewn in tapestry
Of common dream from shouts of whim galore
That every waking has in tendency,
Rising into a hunch one should explore
That it should be that one alone will hear
The miscarriage of wind in his own snore.



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