Balefire

You can’t see it. You can
Read all about it. You
Can imagine you

Have seen it. Good. Now what
Are you imagining?
Take fantasy apart.

Break it back down to bits
Of what you remember.
What are you recalling

When you imagine this
That you will never see?
What are you editing

Out of something you knew
Once, someone you know well,
Someone disassembled,

Some bits borrowed and stirred,
This ghoulish goulash, this
Unseeable vision?