Each life sustains
the monster, our misfortune
We are possessed and abandoned
by monstrous tragedy and terror
crying out for answers and relief
from the monster realm

    We peer behind his mask
as he becomes cartoon
He vanishes in our future past
On our fate line we are master
reclining in a pastel paradise
Fate becomes our master plan
conceived in recognition
of his cute and needy roots
of passage into the background
of our evolution and coming
to terms with our own destiny

    As a romantic notion
Sheds soft candle light on
a yearning for the way that
reveals the mystery man
who always awaits us patiently
who calls out a fierce cat-woman
best dressed for an adventure
She sits at her shrine
hand dancing in light
clarifies our path
awakened mind


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