Invocation

.

Musai,

this offering,

that with each line of the words, crushed-

rock dust is cracked and planed down hard upon the consonants,

whereas the fine dust, the lighter-than-air,

it flows throughout the vowels,

it swirls a slow smoke loop or two inside the hollow of an o or an a

and then released, and away,

spark-trails drift diagonal across five sun-beams,

and away…

I had gotten a first-class education in poetry and was en route to an academic career. I had had an overwhelming spiritual experience: the presence of Goddesses and the Gods, primarily the Olympians and the Greek Cthonic deities. I needed to be in just the right place to write good poetry about Them. Accordingly, I ran away to Las Vegas. I wanted the mountains…the light…the colors…the ambition…

I've been bad at life at times but I'm good at this. You may never be able to unsee Them again.

Todd Jackson

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