Insanity’s pheromones infiltrate,
bringing nonsensical scents
and singing siren-songs of smells,
emanating from the bodies of beasts
in the land where dragons dwell.
Here be magic.
Here lies the edge,
here is the story
of all our own unknowns
doesn’t happen alone.
I recently attended The Melting Edge CI retreat near Fremantle, WA, and was inspired by our closing underscore to compose this poem.