Deeds Done

if monsters are born
     of deeds done,
letting loose their delusions
     like a plague;  

then sages are summoned
in the alchemy of flashing swords,
slicing through shadows
     to reveal the light
          that sculpted them.

cast off the spells
     from musty old cyphers
          and claim your marvelous

lift up your
     frazzled and scattered
          to the magical

lean into the wind
     and follow its flight

soak in the innocence
     of nonsensical delights

a murky, foul fog is fading from sight …