Somewhere Else / Julie Martin

SOMEWHERE ELSE / JULIE MARTIN

Poetry

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?

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