and then Sylvia said you must.
squeezed my hand until it wrote.
and you. and all. now was before
to still. swirling know into colors.
and colors were feel. colors
of the core but not time. moon
felt. she said stay but there was
no leave. inside the sky. within you.
you know. nothingness is really all.
here is wonder. open. through.
and now hold. rise from ash to moon.
watch. outside in. begin.
Talking to the Clouds 
It seems you’ve come to whole new place with this one, Sarah.
As if casting bones, till the magic comes…
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Very thought provoking ! The magic is there …..
Ponderously wonderful.
Holds onto you. Potent. : )
Intriguing! Very different style -I think – and you do it well! sad and proud, lovely piece!