Creative Ambitions

I feel the temples of my creative joy; crowns and festivities are adorned at my doorstep. I am ruler of my instinctual imagination— glutinous, with a dash of extra spice. Every day is a closer road to Dionysian raptures of emotional ecstasy. The landscapes are rich with layered honey; the milk hives squirting white enzymatic serum of life. My vision, declared at a twofold due to sharpened perceptions, is resuscitated from the dull expression that weighted my soul like a dripping wet blanket.