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
Yet
Mountains slide apart
At their power
Say what you mean
Dreams are but nascent
Reality
Ready to rise out of
Desire
So pungent
Sticky honey spells
Adhere to atoms
Forming a perfect oak tree
To shelter
Feed,
Make love beneath...
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