THE CAULDRON
THE CAULDRON
As I slipped into the tub to bathe
I then realised that it was a cauldron
Fire making the water swirl around
But not as it had first appeared to me
As it seeped into my skin and tingled
I knew that I was in a magical liquid
A rising mist infusing me with images
That began to take over my thoughts
I was no longer who I had been before
Someone, or something, not belonging
Yet here in my nakedness I was extant
Imbued with a different focus on life
Maybe never return to my former self
Nor think in that single plane again
But across all dimensions, now aware
Such that stepping from this cauldron
I would see everything in a new light
The impact of magic felt and was, real
So all look upon me now and despair
I belong in all the various worlds I see
With no further need of physical form
I am who I am, and who I need to be
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2025
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