Mark the dates, count each one,
And one by one, over and over,
oblivious and obsessed,
eventually,
a beautiful spell will revolutionize your world
A spell,
that doesn't walk, doesn't prance around
but flows like a stream with no dam,
A spell,
that corrupts the once icy earth
that, before,
never melted, never shattered, never faltered from its place.
A spell-spewed personal,
coursing through your existence
in the past,
the present,
and the temporary future,
regardless
of any decision.