okay I hate Jordan Peterson,
and maybe it's just that little Y chromosome
raging at the dying of the light,
but I feel a need to dive into the belly of the Beast and rescue my father from the Dragon.

maybe it's because I have the nagging feeling
that just like Simba or Oedipus,
when you run from your past,
you are in fact consumed by it,
and prophecies come true.

the jeweler knows the use of ashes,
and I want to too.
maybe it's okay to both bless and curse
the stars I was born under.
could I be born under any other?