In the infinitesimal solar system within All these archetypes revolve around the igneous self So sure of its existence, its rightness in time and space, Burning brightly, raging in ultimate totality The anima and animus spin elegantly Along the orbit of their beautiful ring, Obscured by the shadow The shadow, dark though it may be…

All these lights Moving slowly In the deep arterial junctions Who is going where Why here and why now Blood red traffic lights The rabid claws of systemic automation Who are we But motorized cellular messengers Completing little tasks Beyond our knowing Who are we But feeble ants Lost in the crawl Headlights blazing Inch…

I realized How easy to shift From one mode to another To move The locus of control To a more positive Open Way 2020sm