i wrote by candle light again this night and for the first time in a lifetime
i got to buy more candles i chuckle
when the seer has the key, the delights of quickness of spirit arrive...
and arrive like dancers at a party... the candle the willing host...
the pen the sacred brush and the storey the conjurer's tool...
who needs prophecy when you have sacred play...
i remember now
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