Tuesday, October 5, 2010


I Am The We Are
By Jerry Hadrick

“The only toolkit a magician ever needs is his soul.” The old man breathes. “Light of the mind and life, the burning in the veins, the burning which etches the soul and tree-branches outward along the backs of the eyes.”

“The Dance is your breath, your language.” A woman whispers, closes the space between herself and the old mage with the rush of lost winds. “We are, we are, we are, we are.”

I am.” The old man whispers back.

“We are the I am, I am the we are.”

“We are, together.

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