Thursday, September 23, 2010

Incantation

The storm passed, now everything's different:
There's nothing outside of the one.
We still talk as if we are separate
But that's only to have us some fun!

The wind will not let you stand in its current,
The sun will not let your darkness take hold,
You must find a way now to know all is perfect,
You must let the spiral unfold.

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