witch

I reach for magic, always.
No thing is inevitable
Just as no thing is impossible;
Any accidental spell can undo reality
Or create it.

I dip my hands in potential
And let it climb my arms
As I walk slow
Eyes up, open, clear

Witching the woods
Haunting streets
Treading lightly
Preparing to fly.

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