A soft dim light in my cave as
more lights are switched off
to cool down this space and
save power to boot, the one
perfect rose doubling as my
fairy top in scattered dreams
Psychedelic shine in symbolic
silver cords keeping the astral
tied to the mind; my little nest
is a mess after opening blinds
and taking down screens that
blocked the light which would
Make it possible to save mega-
watts - I never got to show the
Duchess my new white hat that
frames a face like old medieval
kitchen maids - as unexpected
changes of schedule led to my
Being unable to present her the
wine I prepared with such care,
the crystal mind symbol went to
my changeling child so Duchess
received no crystal awareness -
but now in my enchanted cave
In which time blooms in sheer
roses which are shining dreams
creating magic in my cosy dim
lair, flowers scattered among
mounts of papers and books, I'm
happy to be a Being of Light...
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