No matter if you are only figments
as are our dreams to which we give such credence.
I invite you.
I beg you.
Wander the labyrinth within this mortal me.
Make me amazed, even fearful if you must.
For my quest is the journey to your mysteries.
But in truth I do not need to know them.
I am a traveler, not a scientist.
I am an artist not seeking the sun for heat, but for its prisms.
It is the risk of mysteries pursued yet undiscovered
inexorably drawing the wide-eyed mortal
to seek what’s never to be known.
For what is sacred belongs in the inner sanctum,
challices covered in brocade and cloistered behind doors of gold...
… for we feed on bread and magic
By Annette Matrisciano, “Inanna” (Mermaid Raptures)