Improv: Lyn Hejinian’s “Elegy”

Imagine this body as it rests upon a rustflake.
Imagine nothing,
the image of a body upon a rustflake.
Imagine the imagination
Imagine the imagination.
I have no imagination but with pen in hand
yet obsessive imagination and mind pictures,
they pour into buckets and crank engines,
cantilevers of faith peer sidelong at a glance
What do you do with your free time,
I find time to be effortless and free
and when I call you you call me
where the knuckle-boned trees rest easy
upon rustflakes and Canaan speaks
in vile tongues a black mass for the imagination.