Ritual continues speeding up
taking in matter, light,
Stars seeded long ago achieve
critical mass, intent congeals,
I've the stars in my eyes,
of the galaxies in my mind,
of the web of light that grows,
begun years since
I couldn't stop it now if I wished,
The alchemy swirls round this
Black Mansion making all that's
course into gold and silver, a
spark to make all new.
One sparks another,
we glow.
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