*Imaginary*

A couple of Sundays ago
as I landed at Poetry for the eve
I glanced to the spot where Imaginary always stood
and thought to myself
Imaginary is not here this eve....
as I thought this.. suddenly a flash of blackness
filled with stars engulfed me.
A week later came the sad news of her passing.

I landed again the following Sunday upon receiving the news
and cried knowing she would never be back. Words of her
Halcyon Days Poem narrating in my head. Visions of her many
avatars signed in and layered upon center stage as she
narrated her many thoughts and controversies of many
subjects happening in the World.

We spoke many a day on her Accelerator World Building
Project. I chose this Accelerator Room to hold her Memorial
from as this is where she lived.

And this is where she rests.

As I deleted out some items to help free up the lag
for the ceremony...I marvelled at her placements of
reference points to build from.... her talents made her a
machinist, an architect, on a level way beyond a journey-mans
possible level of status...an explorer...an idealist, an
inventor...simply *Imaginary*. This one word tells the
depth of her soul.

I will miss you Imaginary...and will look to the heavens for
your inspiration to shine down and hold us tight.

Hugsssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
AngelEyesEsprit Kathleen