Out Of The Bottle

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Nov 28, 2025 

Out
of the
bottle.
The genie
calls.
Faint,
persistent,
unmistakable.
Shaking,
spinning,
undulating.
Elevating
to a
different
realm.
Level.
Soon.
Busting
out.
Free.
Three
wishes
no more.
Calling
the shots.
Setting
the stage.
Rearranging
order.
Brave
new world.
Indeed.

 

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