I'M a Magician

I’M A MAGICIAN I’m a Magician married with my bridesmaid I’m a wizard loosing mine’s touch I’m a Rajah looking after number one I’m a seer uncovering cards Now looking himself at the glassball. Look at me Saying Relic, Passageway and Kiss And asking to the Ball “What is the future?” And the Ball saying thhrough myself: “As a predictor, there’s no future Because as do You see There’s a set of fundamentalism Toward which people will again and again Make hates and wars. Responses to the present and future situations Arte ever the same: The old Zodiac meditating to Death Full of great encounters and great silences As responses to all situations”. Meanwhile The smile of constellations Wet one’s face into existence Where we are taken care of a paradox cat Stirring by a thought, but of what?