Dust off the stars
drain spirals from the Goddesses,
Conform to the bond of my ancestral alliances.
Paint the slopes of my creative peaks and
wash in color indefinitely.
Fly high from conscious
and into the sublime.
Map the dreamscape that it lies behind.
Look in towards self and see me in all creatures.
Careful to find those "Who am I?" seekers.

Loganville, GA