he asked me once
how is it you can
carry all this -
this weight
upon your back
figuratively,
or as metaphor-
neither matters
what he sees
is smoke and mirrors,
I fool so many
my heart today gray
with restriction
grace and ease-
peace of mind
elusive as the wisp
of song on someone's
radio, blocks away
I am good at narc-ing on magicians. :)
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