Close Up Magic

Close Up Magic

In stumbles morning 

it's been out all night. 

The dawn with bloodshot skies. 

All the answers I had questions to.

Lay crumpled up in a lie. 

I've been a ghost 

haunting my own home.

Hostage with unpaid ransom demands.

Love's an illusion

done with close up magic.

Sleight of six fingered hands.

She's a pebble stuck in my heart's shoe.

A summer cold that I can't shake loose.

A wildfire rumor burning with the truth.

Heads or tails I lose.

If I could find a way to leave her.

I know my luck would change.

I'd give my shadow the day off. 

Feel a cool breeze against my face. 

All a delusion from love's fever.

There's no one to bare the blame. 

I'll fade away a distant  memory

Forgotten face and name

A dieing fire's last glowing embers. 

That can no longer create a flame

Judge Santiago Burdon

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