Beckoned fleeting reflections of you.
Behold to unfold such connection, it’s
True that I missed most the meat
on my bones due to you. Forgetting
to eat as I wander the wood.
But the smile on your face brings a magical mood,
And familiars are sweet. Look! They greet me with food!
Spend years here in place of my usual zoo.
But…I fail to negate the rate of elation
that races to spaces of imagination
Makes me want to keep this and hold it in station
So sickened with hubris I ended up wasting.
If it goes back to the ether, was it ever created?
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