xviii.

whimsical words stir the soul,
questions that lift us,
conjured at the right moment,
channeling magic—
shaping reality.

you have something to say,
something to share,
pushing against your ribs,
burning hot as phoenix feathers,
ready to rise.

a melodic flame,
smoldering love
striking minor chords,
wildfires of feeling
igniting our hearts.

sacred fire, consciousness,
yearning to fathom itself;
questions, fundamentally human,
essential as combusting stars.
so speak, pour yourself out—

like molten ore,
let go, sink to the depths,
watch the steam rise,
carrying echoes of firelight
into the open sky.

lex

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