1/10/02

Exploding out to the far constellations

my dreams as my guide,

my footsteps a song

drawing from the wellspring

of the deep unconscious.

Symbols and archetypes greet me

like old war buddies.

When I’ve known them,

been them,

I can’t recall.

All I know from my shoulders

down

is that the water of stardust refreshes

and revitalizes my singing soles.