Mundus imaginalis – I’m still searching in the rubble

My Mundus imaginalis



Apollo 11 to Covid.

2 light years to the gallon.

A vivid imaginal world

That took flight as a result of my interactions with the physical and sensory world around me.


Industrial structures were rockets that went to the stars

The knights and demonds in the old ruins.

Ghosts under my bed,

pensils bend before my eyes on my desk.

It is my mundus imaginalis

the imaginal world which exists between the physical world of our senses and the intellectual world, and a world in which images and stories have an independent existence.

When my Apollo 11 crashed

I’m still searching in the rubble


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