Such a milky, American, weak reaction. Then the inevitable angry
response -- desperate vengeance.

We live our lives and depend on others to keep us secure. Then the
others fail us, and we become terrorized and traumatized. We then enter
a period of hectic damage control, like a MASH unit triage. Even when
the patients stop coming we still twitch in our sleep and jump at the
sound of a ringing phone.

Imaginary damage control for imaginary damage. We are eternal beings. We
need not be wounded by the shock of our mortality. We knew we would be
mortal when we came here, media notwithstanding.

Damage overcome
Damage eluded
Damage rearranged
Before long, every day is a day of mourning
Imaginary damage is damage to your imagination
Your imagination goes missing
Your imagination goes burning
Your imagination collapses
When you lose your imagination, God has resigned
That's the sign of God resigning
Thereupon you're in hell
And you use it only for dire fantasies
Of what will happen, with your luck
And death is a real relief
From all that annoyment

Imagine green fields
Tall naked women
A nap in an airplane
Under the bluegold sun
Pirate fort in the palms
Bluegreen beach and sets
The calm integration of a terrorless joy
Terror ten thousand miles away in hell

The imps only come when you let them
The imps only come when you ask them in
Do you want to be thinking those imps?
Then don't!
You can help it.