The curtain smokes in the inner sanctum
Where all the birds cry out
For apparitions.
He’s about to prepare a switch in his hands
And you better be looking,
The ace of spades has kissed off the nine of diamonds
And he’s adding color.
It’s a ritual he goes through every night,
It’s a rare glance to the audience
The audience is his stooge
Hardly there. Hocus pocus. The duck has changed into a beautiful princess.
His body has unshackled the chains of time
The trick of the silver dollar has slipped past us
But we are not short-changed, not for a second.

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