American Mythville Unbound

Mythville is the Gaia

of our mutual dreams

A great city lost

A history forgotten

Except in the imagination

It lingers with the muses

A magical floating tablet

perhaps read, if only briefly

within the circle

of the enlightened

But then

New Jerusalem

can turn

Mammon mouth

random field

Great Plains tornadoes

laden with lies

GPS of the mind

constant liminal polarities

Visigoth spirits,

pagan portals

of pineal glands

for our pains

hurts and cries ...

The mind's eye.

The mind's eye!

- Douglas McDaniel

Tolleson, Arizona

Mythville Bookstore