the magus's poetry wilderness                               Finished Works

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Awakened with
the sound of metamorphosing water
evaporation in the sun’s blistering noon light

of wings buzzing
endlessly seeking
the rewards of nectar

the music billows in
as the night solidifies her gentle grip
on the world below

a moist fog,
rumbling in driven
ambient techno rhythms,

massaging neurons
and opening doors
that were assumed
impassable.

Viewed as hardened bunkers,
never to be opened
never to be entered

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