The daemons doze,
Their little tails
Curled around
Their scaly bodies.
Meanwhile, Horse,
Bear,
And Young Woman
Stay close by my bed;
I stroke Horse’s head,
And give Bear a hug;
I know this reads like
Some kind of fairy tale!
All is calm,
And I rest carefree,
Unperturbed by anything,
Breathtakingly still:
No waves break
The pond,
Nor stir
The muck below;
I don’t know
How far
This will go,
But it is so enjoyable.
Who knew
Fantasy could be
So real,
Or so comforting?
I never would have guessed,
No, not ever predicted
That such esoteric practice
Could bring such peace.
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