Lives Without Imagery

When everything that was goes with a blink,

We turn to our mind’s eye to recollect;

Our loved ones, when we close our eyes to think,

To reappear, and memories resurrect.

We turn to our mind’s eye to recollect,

Then pray for our lost, cherished conscious streams

To reappear, and memories resurrect;

Whilst aphantasia steals waking dreams.

Then pray for our lost, cherished conscious streams,

As up to two per cent of us can’t see

Whilst aphantasia steals waking dreams;

Imagine a world without imagery.

As up to two per cent of us can’t see

Our loved ones when we close our eyes to think;

Imagine a world without imagery,

When everything that was goes with a blink.

This is a pantoum inspired by this piece of research, which explores the phenomena of aphantasia, sufferers of which describe having no power of visualising.