If you are not a myth, whose reality are you? If you are not a reality, whose myth are you? —Sun Ra Under the bridge to the Ninth Dimension, beyond the second star to the right, angels and demons play in the shadows of tomorrow. Heed the universe calling to your velvet imagination. Time travel to reckon with your alienated life. Thither and yon, refuse the limitations of the cosmo-riddle snare. Simultaneously remember and make a radical break from allowable thought. What are the possibilities of dissenting belief?
SOMEWHERE ELSE / JULIE MARTIN Poetry 18
