Jg Collins Poet Prose Poetry

Magic

It’s all
magic.
All 
we know.
All we
think we 
know,
all magic.
All knowledge,
magic.
 Wand 
raised, 
spun
and it 
began.
All that 
happens
magic.
Scurry around
we do.
Oblivious!
Oblivious of
the spell.
The spell
of creation.
The Sorcerer, 
plans
 unknowable.
Alchemy of
creation.
Everything 
spun up
from 
nothingness!
Magic of
life!
Each,
magical creatures.
Awe.
The
awe of 
being.
Alive!
The magic,
a gift,
a curse.
Everything.

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