The charm and danger of a crystal ball.
What you would know could seize and hold thee in its thrall.

Adieu, good night,
let sleep’s strange dreams do better to illumine
heart mind and soul
in a way that steers you surer,

so much so,
you just might muster up strange powers
to lift you clear into the air,
swept up off your feet,
where you can soar in ecstacy
as you savor
the feeling
of the buoying wind and sunlit flavor
of your brand new
high and wondrous flight.

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