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Magic in the Mystery

Ravens wings

Draped in gold

The dark night of Soul

Illuminated by magic

In the mystery.

Fears of the unknown

Chatter like locusts

Unhinging mental machinations

Striving for fuel to uplift

Set free and fly.

Adorations of love and grace

Fall quietly into the black

Amid sordid lies and refuse,


A sacred flame burns brighter

In this compost of thoughts.

Seeds of truth

In a forge of will

Always push upward

Seeking the light to expand,

Unfurl, and reproduce

The abundant sentience

Of Self.


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