No act of creation is ever wasted;
The profession of the magician
Finding meaning behind words.
The true alchemist the one who
Does not claim to turn lead to gold
But finds the gold in all things
Where lie slumbering beauteous beholders.
Breaking stones to free their dreams
The magician dances, uncaused, liminal
And middle, changer who is unchained.
As the tree spreads it's leaves so
Leaves scatter forth and grow
Planted by the hands of poets
Whose names are never known.
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