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A witches brew of pictures flicker through mist thick as a curtain,
hovering, then it settles on you and you glisten, glow,
a light, a rainbow, a crystal ball of invitations I take delight and pleasure in,
write on with my fingers, my tongue, a private invitation for you, my own,
your lips the fire streaking through my blood, we burn from opposing sides towards the center chord.
Here I relapse, in this cloud, this cloud without weight,
before the other side pulls me down, back to where I observe from the fringes,
just a silent spectator filming the pictures
of the greatest illusion and most bountiful of spectacles, life! Feed me.