The swirl of the world,
the dance of the game,
on the tips of our tongues
the spells that will change

the cage ‘round our minds
and the drain on our hearts
our histories now changed,
our parts we’ve forgot.

To come through this turn
to rise from this fall
must we draw once again
from the source of it all.

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This poem was published in Mythic Dawn magazine, Summer 2018