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"They Call Me Clever"

Awash in a sea of image and emotion,The skies of my mind burn in colour, Waves in the wind, without flame. I am vision, imagination, I am art, A traveller without destination, Only marks on a page, Signposts along the way.
From the darkness, there is light, Within and without, I am madness, Expanding and receding, ebb and flow, I grow, In each moment of infinity, I grasp a moment, Create a mind, a soul, a world.... From the maelstrom there is creation, My hands as claws to break the wave, Holding forth the little gems I made....
And they call me clever.....
Zian Silverwolf.