The lufare vnicorne,
That voidis venym with his euoure horne.
~ The Kingis Quair, 1423
Baby, I’m magic—
I’m product of a 6-year void:
product of a number less than zero,
A negative number
multiplied by a positive = a larger negative—
but I came out absolute, I arose
from a vacuous chasm, exist
in body mass and brain matter—
I’m an algebraic equation
even Einstein couldn’t fix.
The Universe aligned the stars
on 1/23 at 1:23 and Abracadabra!
Conjured me to life!
You can’t hex me—
modify my memory
with an amnesic curse,
gas light your way out
of the halls of your heart, pretend
our love doesn’t subsist;
I am of opal, see only truth—
so I deflect your spell
cast back unto you!
You awake in the waterfall woods,
and I emerge from the crystalline
air, shimmering iridescent
I appear to you—
The hidden treasure
you seek in every dream,
your Crown Jewel
your Fabergé egg
your Holy Grail
manifest!
Baby, I told you, I’m magic—
I’m a fucking unicorn!