This strange magic
The dream remains
Ah, to range through spells and mazes
Sights that dazzle though mundane
Meeting the eye that never glazes
So, it’s So, and So…
Keep the watch
The flame of sight
Don’t twist don’t stretch
Realize the right
This strange magic
The dream remains
Hanging like a feather
In the dizzy air
That knows no fear and does not care
So is to become so is to dare
This strange magic
The dream remains
Eternal is a word for fools
Their own wardens
In arbitrary prisons of stylized rules
The true bars are flowers
Of an iron that does not hold but does not break
Rising, wilting, into ever
All their graves, and all their births a lake
A shimmering light hailing neither always neither never
This Strange Magic
The dream remains
Lucid on this mulchy bed of dust and ashes
Wind we are wind we will
We never cry we always spill
Our garlands of red roses
On the air
The dream that never dozes
A perfume to greet immortal noses
Sweetest
I kiss you
I kiss the air
The Fractal Journal 