Old friend, once lover,
sometime colleague in magic,
he exhorts the group he leads
to draw their weapons for battle
against the forces of evil.
He means in the etheric, but
I leave quietly, telling him
privately, ‘I can’t be part
of this. I make love, not war.'
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