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The Great One Has No Form

Alone in a room that is ready for

something new. It is time

for the nameless spirit to surprise me


Even without the anticipation of

magic, my eyes feel like smoke,

signaling fire.

A book in my hands with a laughing

saint on the first page invites me to

celebrate perfect timing. Grace

pushes my chest open.

A feeling of familiarity exposes a

life he has been waiting for. Curtains draw.

Tears begin to touch the

wooden floor.

I look up, but cannot see him,

the one who brought me back to


The great one has no form, but

his presence is felt.


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