no imagined countries

imagination helps, but it's counter-intuitive.
for in fact, there aren't actually any countries.
there's only people, animal cousins,
a spinning earth and a bit of sky.

the borders are what's imaginary.

and only humans can be convinced
that they see them,
these lines in the blowing sand
that supposedly hem in
all the colors and genders
and dreams of creation.

like any perceived limitation,
nations and possessions,
and any other imaginable
particle of dust,
are the stuff of nightmares.
profitable distractions.
the estranging and encroaching,
exponential effects
of a coordinated and covetous,
self-deluded and
numbingly bedazzling,
collective hypnosis.