Hour Three- she soaked her dreams, yearnings, anxieties, and hunger in the aroma of mulberry paper- her favorite among other aromas spicy, torrid, arid, humid and provocative.   her unbounded spirit and hunger savor cactuses, orchids and ambrosia- between mythical pauses: her spiritual cauldron persists…

She woke from a great slumber, In a parallel realm of space, That she didn’t know what to call. Where she was no one, But sought after by all, Her people had been shackled They were called a lesser race, For as long as they…

She woke from a great slumber, In a parallel realm of space, Only to find herself somewhere foreign, That she didn’t know what to call. In a dimensional place That was in a strange state, Where she was no one, But sought after by all….