Patti Masterman - AbRaCaDabRa

Some words hold magic
Phrases to other dimensions-
Where you are going now,
There is no need of keys.

Many pauses can fill an entire silence;
Too long empty makes a fullness of nothing.

Some passages go quiet
Down eternities of stairs,
Darkness proceeding darkness,
To the deafest of ears.

The trapdoor is opening, now closing again,
A trick of the trade: look up while you can.

The hat could hold rabbits, handkerchiefs, time;
Here's a beautiful maiden, being sawed in two.
The eyes can plays tricks; so forget the mind-
Heaven and hell unseen by the blind.

While the audience searches for what is known,
The stars wander where time has blown.

We are lost, we are found;
Not one can do the sums.
In a lucid dream,
It will all come undone.

There is nothing to find; there is nothing to see,
The Magician steps back, with a flourish of cape:

Nothing new is under the moon,
Just graves and shadows and resting clouds;
So give us one day, untied from the rest-

Abracadabra- only death is allowed.

Patti Masterman

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