The Way We Are
she
once
asked how
i spun out
pagan when I could
have chosen paths groomed by jesus
allah or buddha wrapped in ornate and tight dogmas
we moon dancers shave holy writ and rigid rules with occam's razor sport and feast to
accept our blessing - freedom of our gods' indifference in lieu of the lie of love
once i saw all paths to the goddess turn true i knew
pagan is how i have always
burned, glow now, and
forever
calm will
i
shine
