Like magic, it happens in a snap of the fingers on the crossbow of time Like the sparkling arc of destiny on my tongue's plaited river rhyme like the journey of the arrow as it hits its destined mark like the lit-up flight of the sparrow despite encroaching dark like the wisp of a flash of the jump of the whale in a deep blue sea like my heart upon airwaves as your aura sets me free and within the holes of the molecules that reside in the soul's abyss my gentle eye lens captures your rolling tidal kiss in sudden turn of storm in unexpected rains I find myself in heaven's realm, slicing through my chains I stand here wind-whipped on mountain top and range and to you I beckon in ferocious blooms releasing all my rage and slowly, unraveling my layers I burst forth from my cage
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