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Close your eyes and imagine

– Imagine your own mind

Now silent and peaceful –

You are in a dark room

Without light or music

And a single window

Casts a shapeless shadow

Upon the cherry brick,

In your hand is a wand

Of steel and magic boom,

A butterfly floats in

With feathers made of gloom

And fingers full of wick,

– Edging err bred the brand

Of the incoming sin;

Imagine and tell me

What do you do and why?

Do you listen to see

This sibling of the sky

Or do you let the sand

Drip into the hollow?

Perhaps that is the key

Or perhaps it’s a lie,

Who knows and who will know

What noes are really no

When a gust on the skin

May turn the world around…?

Image in your own mind

Now silent and piece full.

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Well? What would you do?