Your soul

Speaks

Whispers

Shouts

Laughs

Begs permission

Bellows

I know you

Through observation

Whatever injunctions

The world throws up

I see as tests

Standing on the other side

Of the boat

A Thoth, furnished

Grown

With my careful words

Of declared love and wonder

My magic knows the truth of you

Across pantheons

Known

Unknown

And as I take you

Fingers drawing your

Divinity forth

The river of you

Bursts its banks

But I remain

Still

Firm within the deluge

Wash over me

I will

Not

Waste

A

Drop

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