Pages of a closed book,
Hidden in mystery.
Prise it open.

So many words to tell,
Not yet revealed.
Let them flow.

Invent the unimagined.
Scribe away until your fingers blister,
Bleeding ’til life is taken.

Use what you have,
Travel the world on a sultry, sensual plane,

Find ground, touch down,
Lay outstretched in a burning, Autumn grove.

Let out what sleeps,
Awaken your soul,
Feed the conscious with delicious fire.

Fill that page,
Leave the book open,
Grow forever more
Into yourself.

Be all of you.