The Zebra Code 

Coded are the gates within, 
The landscape black and white, 
The diamond at the center waits, 
At dawn push forth the light, 

The maze within the sacred trine, 
The zebra of them all, 
Pajamas does the astral wear, 
To the ascension ball, 

For stripes of flowing fractal gaze, 
Upon the spiraling stair, 
Singular remains the form, 
Yet double is the glare, 

The code is black and white to see, 
The light inside the cage, 
Allow the answers sure as dreams, 
To jump right off the page. 

-Pamela Storch