Ars Magicka
Coalesce
Be new, express yourself outguess
Let your words flow, create, agitate in excess
Use, use, use,
Conscious thought is no avenue
Let the automaton grow conscious in you
Nothing welded, nothing fixed
Should gird your leach, get you mixed
With the common world
Technique is overrated, yet we cast the mold
Wherever we fear the emptiness we fold
Abdicating the power of nativity
To the recess of conformity
What calamity
Form is a tool, a convenient device, your toy
What counts is your energy, your boundless ploy
Succeed or fail, I do not care
But dare to dare(tm, for cookies, I know….)
But as this globe turns, just live
Do what drives you outbid
The sad pull of time
I am vert impressed