the proper magic leads you to this place
there is no hesitation when you speak
a single syllable explodes to grace
all signs of weariness must leave your face
and your heart bear up under all critique
the proper magic leads you to this place
you've reached the culmination of the chase
and found the spring of the refreshing creek
a single syllable explodes to grace
at last you are the winner of the race
and know exactly what it is you seek
the proper magic leads you to this place
no reason now to bow or to abase
yourself before the gods upon the peak
a single syllable explodes to grace
the joys that now you find you must embrace
serve to protect you from both strong and weak
the proper magic leads you to this place
a single syllable explodes to grace
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
24 April 2008
advice to youth
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