Masters all, magic-makers
who only believe
they are shadows--
The grand illusion.
Take a crumb now, and breathe it whole
yielding yeast-like power
so it grows quite vast.
Claim the sunlight
and majestic space
Rejoice wildly
in what will come.
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Masters all, magic-makers
who only believe
they are shadows--
The grand illusion.
Take a crumb now, and breathe it whole
yielding yeast-like power
so it grows quite vast.
Claim the sunlight
and majestic space
Rejoice wildly
in what will come.