A spark

This dream,

Is bound by thin seams,

But still it beams and gleams,

An adjoining team,

The light streams through,

It bubbles and brews,

It's a rising stew!

I'm still waiting for my cue,

Some kind of clue,

Covering me like morning dew,

Still dreaming of the way I flew,

But I am fixed by glue,

Of iridescent hue!

After I flew,

I felt a spark I stood up off my pew,

I felt fantastically brand new!

Like there was nothing I couldn't do!

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