(Practicing magi acts mentally charging mind changing)
Dear reader,
Warned be. Any peril you imagine must be released, now.

This spelunk ends in darkness.

Pure

Plane imagination is dimensionally challenged

higher and lower are fictions in relation to you
and me.
I am a muse singing songs Hermes well may have heard,

all in all,

we may hear, listing breezes

if if if
soft spurts in birdsongs expired high above
all that I can think or ask,

Hope,

you can
stand, look up and see.

Magic. Do you think?
It worked before.

Try again.

The plane of human mind. Check. Imaginary. Not real.
That's all, so far.

Dark in here. Plane of spirit, plane of breath, plane of

being.

Think light. Fear not, the angels always say always always

wake in reality and choose not to lie.
Boast of knowing more may be known,
patience perfects that which concerns you.

Least said soonest mended.
Hear no, speak no, see what may be. The seals did break,
swoosh, last one,
count them.
Shoulda been seven, they say.

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