Imagination is forever
she said
in a luminous body
unbounded by sight,sound or form
Mountain cliff and rocks
above the river
cradled the iron cave
Its from there she came
a fury broken by none
with silent wings of light
beating in the dust and fog
beating in the warmth of this white star
by amber yellow leaves
by a singing whistle of wind
she came
and like a fire over water
like the brittle crack of a stick
the rushing ancient animal
of old woman, of old river, of old dirt
groaned to be touched
to surround the one who loved her
to be it all
from the pale light
of her forever breath
and in the morning she was gone
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