Mitochondrial why flashing eyes
darkness threatening
the accusations of your confession
watches those preserved from slavery closely
floods and earthquakes of a matriarch
afoot and taking names
deciphering then setting codes
retrograde is the push and charge
djinn dance upon the fiery sands
prana and eagle
snake tracing sky mating
kundalini rising
feathered dragons noble
blue psychic esoteric holy grail
overflowing from the fountain
of my wrist unsubdued
well protected
when the star of the Ram did his Romeo
Love will not rue the day ever
don't tear the paper
plant my words in the ground
so many years
we've been dreaming rebirth
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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