SEED: thoughts of dissolving fine illusions
Oh, how we gather and nurture such finely crafted illusions,
sugar drop dreams, truffel trifels and marzipan ghosts
to nestle in gift boxes of compartmented self-enchantment.
Eventually though, as we grow, they must melt away
on our soul's yearning tongue and spirit's churning passion,
filling us with brief honeyed brilliance and memories of creation.
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