We are creators
30 November 2025

Manifest
The dark throngs await
Fear to hold
Tales untold
I have more to me than weight
creative mind zest

Images
birth me stellar sights
Inside me
the insights
Alternate reality
I burn no bridges

Stories tell
Truth of our great minds
The whirring 
us reminds
of our features which glowing
other lies dispel

We are tall
Like evergreen trees
Predators
make us small
When the fears we slow release
we are creators

Reading of the poem:

The White Butterfly - Thought Form