The Quagmire
the marshes of familiarity
the bogs of predictability
the swamps of similarity
these are all tricky quagmires of comfort
with their abundant mossy coziness
and only Gods & Goddesses dare to walkout
and leave these green wetlands behind
with dogged determination to find
the dry dessert of discomfort
where the fires of their fears and fallacies
wait sadistically for their soft and wet feet
to burn their flesh raw and pull open their skin
and it is their arid but wise desire of wholeness,
that will slowly and piercingly use the heat of the fires
to suck out the glorious powers lying dormant within