Some separation required

The was a phone
Eye took pictures
Mind received
Stored in compartment
Sometimes retrieved
No buttons pushed
Memories made
When I'm phoned in
Made real to me
To you I don't know
You have me
Some separation required
Imaginary real does it matter
It does you say
I agree
But only to a degree
Real imaginary blends
Sleep dreams
Days tabulate
You your phone
Know no buttons
Emotional intake
Scrambled
Sleep
Imaginary made real
Dreams
Honed in
Forget the p
The real it seems
You have me
Some separation required
If I am to be
Believed.

Denis Streeter 1/21/13