Your Change happens between others
It is cultivated in your very mind.
Having blossomed in your crafting.
Now wring them and rub it all over.
Others will woner, shudder and thunder.
Don't let that shake your tree lest it
drops. Your dream to move up will be at
the risk of being eaten by ants, the sweet fruit.
Lose no hear when pain knocks on your door. You the crafty actor will bring
to be, jewels from Mars. Your brain the
landmine will explode and luminous jewels
will be thrown into the air and all will see the shiny sparks and be blinded. When
the blind spell goes, all will be in a land that sparkles.
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