Half-Light

I'm relearning my super-powers.

I feel as though I've been

bespelled

and

now

I realize

I was the evil magician.

There is magic.

I still wear the cloak of darkness, but I grin now.

Out of the darkness.

But I am behind more of the brilliant flashes.

And the intimate glow.

Once long ago, out of a half-dream state I was given a mantra:

Reality is a mastery of light.