Blossoming Fist

If I build it
they will come
My family tree
discovery for some

Dreaming of reality
Can I ever let it be?

Arcane chants become
a roadmap constellation
Scarcity the sum
of self inflicted starvation
Abundance through the fun
we’re getting comfy with

Let this be the switch
My Self is Bewitched

I let go of my fist
to shower you with bliss
there may be a risk
I don’t want to resist

I really hope you choose this witch
You are not here, yet still I dish