beloved

when the conjurer becomes the conjured

of a fire dancer betwitched

between daydreams and nightdreams

there lies a plane of truth

something unwavering yet fluxxing

is a dance of beholdens

becoming who they were

before and again

those who have never forgotten

even i

amidst distractions

have learned to see

so keep waving your wand

coaxing clarity to come

your fire spells are not in vain

dial light strings

pulsing in a infinite (f)eights

through a heart with wings


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