This Just In:
times of duress and crisis
need heroes, super or otherwise.
Find the one that lives inside you,
give her a name, give him a persona
or crafted style to claim.
And if you feel that you are lacking in powers,
super or otherwise, feel again,
from the wonder-wheeling wilds
of the heart’s limitless state of marvels,
and know that there is nothing
on this earth more powerful than Love,
to which you, and your hero, have free access
24-7, in every single shimmering radical molecule
that conjoins to play existential dress-up
in this ever-changing stage-play for souls
charged and running on light.
In case you’re wondering,
my hero’s name is Fool B. Real.
His star-sign is Archetype.