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Fantasmagoria by Stewart StaffordDreams are the exploration,Of unlimited imagination,In minds so freely open,The chooser becomes chosen,To dream labour's leisure,Overflowing with hidden treasure,And seeing what we feel,The imagined becomes real.© Stewart Stafford, 2020. All rights reserved.

there's no clarity.there was never meant to be clarity.

Will and Love practicedto invoke her Majesty KundaliniIn the world where Adepts die and bloom as LotusesThe perfection of Union is Silence

The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest— Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast.

She is alone.And ohhow brilliantly she shines.

What happens to a dream deferred?

sometimes when everything seems atits worstwhen all conspiresand gnawsand the hours, days, weeksyearsseem wasted – stretched there upon my bedin the darklooking upward at the ceilingi get what many will consider anobnoxious thought:it’s still nice to beBukowski.

Sometimes, when inspiration runs dry, I drink classical music until my words spill out.

Cheap little rhymesA cheap little tuneAre sometimes as dangerousAs a sliver of the moon.