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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