Imagine a Word
Imagine a word in the yellow garden of the angel-faery
imagine the word mirabilia
mirabilia opens a curtain revealing a portal
angel-faery imagines me ~ I imagine mirabilia
not three not two not one not me disappearing
into a collapsed perimeter ~ I imagine an angel-faery
in the yellow garden you memorize mirabilia
three eyes aimed upon a stem three eyes upon a flower
memory cascading sounding the word mirabilia
in the yellow garden yellow-ish flowers whisper
in the luminous yellow garden angel-faery whispers
angel-faery touches my eyelid to the flower of her vision
in blue soil I ring like a bell
the keyhole shaped like an ancient symbol
the flower of mirabilia touches your blue soil
darkness like a keyhole beckons the echo of my vision
into the garden of the angel-faery memory cascading
mirabilia penetrates a keyhole beyond the collapsed perimeter
who what where when why
not three not two not one not you
disappearing within the collapsed perimeter.
ink brushwork, printmaking, digital collage s mccabe
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