As far as fantasies go, all fantasies are
shadows of some real thing.
And you
have a million lit candles -
tiny bright stars,
peeking through some rough cloth.
By the curtain of imagination's night
you stand revealed
in a million lights,
your shadow split by a million stars
as you dance in the glow
of what you are
'til you cast it off.
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