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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