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© 1999 Adrian Magus
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From the center of the Ring of Life
I use the cell phone to call Diana on Salisbury Plane.
Merry meet in the dream cauldron.
She offers old ways and good drink.
A chalice full of ethereal will quiet the network.
Cut the electric and find new ways to illuminate.
Beating the system once and for all.
And nature will roll over the soul in waves.
And we won't remember our pin numbers.
Perched atop Stonehenge, and looking more than a little
Peter Pan-ish,
I see the light crack at skies edge.
Breaking the bonds and breaking the heart.
And powered only by the sound of her wind-torn voice,

Our Mother calls to us.

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