just another life in the spotlight
of a perfect honey moon
hardwired for dreamers
tripping craters, finding space
in the fold of intuition’s veil,
every headache stunning
psychic flair until
there’s only hope between
two dusty satellites and starry
smiles criss-crossing time
among the pills and potions’
promise of a rise
Magic.
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i’m quite pleased with this one too so i’m thrilled you think it qualifies as magic … even reading it now i’m not horribly embarrassed about posting it … that’s a good thing lol