Friday, October 9, 2009

Verse: Conjugation

I told you
I covet magic

I know this
with unerring certainty

I yearn for
its deception
its misdirection

I cherish
its many arbitrary allusions
its subtle subterfuge
its elegant epiphanies

the shock
of the awe
it conjures

that anxious instant
when nothing
becomes something
only to turn itself
inside out
in fear

look now
between the decay
of vanishing night
and morning's light
which penetrates
the lazy curtains
and you'll see me appear

but you
where are you?

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