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Tuesday, January 19, 2010

magician hat trick

consonant memories travel superstition's highway;
their rhythms trembling in holy delirium
where the fleshly ghost wears eternities rags,
dancing away time, on insanity's altars.
while dawn is a slave to drunken sunlight,
the magician is baptized by tears of forgiveness.
as the heavens dream of a wicked salvation,
and disordered longings condemn a prisoner to life,
everything vanishes in the blink of an eye.

2 comments:

  1. Wow! So many contrasting and iconoclastic images. I love its audacity.

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  2. I like magic and this poem is a good sample of the best flavor of magic...poetic magic...another great one....from magician "P"

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