My song is my journey.
To the muse-leaders,
Apollo & Dionysus
May you continue to sing with me
and inspire the coming verse
and the next note.
I am a new species of plant.
Apollo, the brilliant sunlight
that showers these leaves
Dionysus, the nutritious soil-water
sipped through my roots.
When your wondrous music stops,
so does mine.
I am a caterpillar in a fenced garden.
Apollo, the far-shooter, show me
what I can become.
Illuminate the world beyond the fences.
Dionysus, the liberator, give me
the force to transform.
Demonstrate that fences are only sticks of wood.
I will not listen
who tell me
that I cannot fly
I am an ecstatic listener
Apollo & Dionysus, whisperers of prophecy
I will be standing in the shrine at Delphi
through many suns and many moons.
I inhale each vision with enthusiasm.
show me the target,
I will drink the bullseye.
I am a dancing star
filled with light and madness
the pain and pleasure of this process
I shed each layer
and disintegrate into nebula.
Apollo & Dionysus, revealers of the true self,
when all is cast off
I will be what remains.
— A Mad Light, November 2011