the fountain of magic
the little child,
the hope on fire
the creating heart.
the look of god
the burning impulse,
the imploding music
the exploding mind.
my little fingers
their clumsy thread,
my folded wings
their beaten dust,
my hole no-purpose
its hungry seed,
my unborn thought
its clear light.
the timeless eons
the oldest eyes,
the quiet passion
the silenced heart.
the look of god
the empty action,
the faded music
the imploding mind.
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