THE CLOSET MYSTIC

I care not for the opinions of mortals

And that includes me

For I have convened with the goddess

And she gave me a message

Of universal redemption

That you

And I

And all

Are her sons and daughters

We are her children

Each of us her favorite

Each just as special as the rest

Each with the seed of perfection planted

And she whispered into my ear a secret

On the whereabouts of that divine seed:

“My dear,

Be silent:

Don’t you hear?

That pulsating,

in your ear?”

She planted her hand on my chest:

“Sweetie,

It’s right here.”