In the Beginning was the Word

Incantation births the moon

Whispers molding ether

Like clay

Say what you dream

Speak Life into air

Recognize what already exists

And live forever

Mustard seeds fit 

On the tip of a finger


Mountains slide apart 

At their power

Say what you mean

Dreams are but nascent


Ready to rise out of 


So pungent 

Sticky honey spells

Adhere to atoms

Forming a perfect oak tree

To shelter


Make love beneath...


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