The Imagination Technologist

Down in the blue-green, celestial-cyan of the ocean

Mining the marine depths of consciousness

A world apart within me and outside of me simultaneously

Here is where I do my work

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Here I am a mermaid, a selkie, a mythical magical creature

Emerald-glittering, mackerel-glistening, melting to blue

Dissolving into tentative frilly fingered waves

Pushing the edges of time and space onto the shoreline of infinity

Here is where the cerulean mystery leaks into the midnight void

Where no thing lives and everything exists

Exploding comprehension, birthing more blue

In the crucible of apeiron, the workshop of eternities

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Here is my studio of curiosity and creativity

Where imagination is the paintbrush of my soul

Spirit spiralling fills the empyrean emptiness

Verdigris of love-exposed fizzes and spills on to the canvas of my mind

Broad strokes, perfect pointillism etching dreams ready for printing

Sculpting, shaping, carving, weaving exquisite imaginings into being

And tiny sea glass symbols stitched into the seams of actuality

Glimmer and gleam reflecting the millions of facets of the Divine

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This is my work

Painting the canvas of tomorrow

Spelling out materiality

Making magic real