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New Moon
The soft mist falls, engulfing my beingA stone altar rests solidly on its earthy baseFire in my hands flicker and flameRobes barely shift as I move aroundThe sacred templeA king to be crowned Closing my eyes, I go deep withinA…
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Earth & Air
It’s your depth that I craveTo plumb the very essence of that whichlies in majestic repose beneath your surfaceTo venture beyond the thresholdsTo plummet into the bottomless abyss?What’s on the surface is illusorymundane, capricious, transient, unsatisfactoryAn unholy caricature of your…
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Fate & Wintry Mornings
It was quite the combination of things that occured, all unrelated to some degree, that led her to decide upon awakening on that wintry morning that what she was being offered simply wasn’t good enough. It’s funny how the appearance…
