Poems of the journey through life as experienced through the eyes, heart and soul of one wandering human mystery. These poems celebrate the ecstasies and horrors of life. It is the insistent whispering, seductive, cajoling, or yelling voice of the poetic daimon that must be heard. "What does a daimon do?" asks Socrates of Diotima in The Symposium. "It interprets and conveys things to the gods from human beings and to human beings from the gods ... both when we are awake and in our dreams," is her wise and compelling answer. So it is with Folisi's poems. They are rooted in what William Blake called the "minute particulars" of the senses, where they riot joyously or painfully, and they reach up into the vast realms of the spirit.