magic

magic morning unravels

like a rolled up rug

its dust bombs into the air like the

glitter atomic of a magicians trick

bitter like the sharp edges that make

it shine.

Catapulting chaos of creation

so cosmic, so corrupt, so contagious 

watch these illusions contort

into unexpected bliss

 

 

 

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