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 …