Sitting in my Yurt:
A trophy room

Warming myself by
A violet flame

Tom Waits streaming, essentially screaming
'All Stripped Down'

6 dwarves on the wall ~ my masks:
Base, sacral, solar plexus, heart, third eye

One place left
It feels right

Inevitably coming off
My crown, no longer masking

Free flowing energies
Tantric, not romantic

In search of the Moon
Octavio whispers about the Sun

Removing the 7th dwarf
Reveals a giant

It's Snow White and it's
Ivory & Obsidian

1 blink yes
2 blinks no

Rebuilding psyche
On a binary platform

Climbing over the rainbow
You change all the lead sleeping in my head to gold

Through a black and white prism
Entrained within the prison

A white horse
Resounding out of the North

Through an impossible nightmare
Built on kamikaze dreams

Boundaries dissolve into a never ending
Never beginning: yin yang

Another yellow brick in
The wall