If I could have a single wish, if I
Could rub the bronze bottle and send him back
With two shiny trinkets still in his hand,
If I could blow out the candles or snap
The bone so that magic dust filled the air,
I would wake to find myself surrounded
By people incapable of lying,
People who had dug deep into their souls
To reveal and face the truth and hold it
In close embrace, enduring the sharp pain
Of discovery until an imprint
Burned into consciousness the awareness
That truth is the real source of human love
And the warm seed of the human spirit.
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