Mashing, mixing
Manipulating the elements with fervor
Casting spells, making magic
Holding space for divinity and her family
To enter and make peace in the cauldron.

Bottomless and expanding
Home is where the light lives
Excruciatingly distant 
But visible is the future
One step add seven,
Running then rolling
Until dread turns to joy
As they turn into time.

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