Strong and dark Deep and seductive Fire in broad skies Through cloud cotton and fur green Nights cradle suspends moment Transcends Darwin’s children Mythic projections bound by sterile erections There in freedom lies all fear All that can be committed and forgiven The sweets of divinity Beside the wrath of travesty They tangle in groomed gardens Only to be separated by thick empty white lines But emptiness is not freedom Is not openness, not a pathway Or a clean slate awaiting destiny Creative inspiration coating blank free space