Live the Aftermath

A little of this, and a little of that.
A pinch of love and baby fat.
Tint of rusted iron ore.
One golden grain of sand.

Tincture of a memory.
Stir the cauldron, bubbling.
Another test tube beckoning.
Cast the spell, then wonder
as it abreacts, just what
it might become.

Magic potion beckoning.
The power of a love once lived
in truth, become no more
than just another power play
of blind emotion.

Whirl and swirl and mix it in.
Add wood to the fire to try and
make amends. Watch it all
turn into ash again.

A little of this, and a little of that.
A pinch of love and baby fat.
Tint of rusted iron ore.
One golden grain of sand.

Tincture of a different memory.
Over and over, the same spell is cast.
Sunrise coming - live the aftermath...

? Michaelette ?

5/12/2002
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