The Magician arrives deft in spirit
to beguile and persuade
digging his magic wand out of the sand.
We sit and wait for the Great Heat
and with it, the supreme stillness
pretending it will be enough
to make the journey ahead.
The sorcerer smiles, is it that he speaks the truth?
There is more than I can do here, the summation is much bigger than I am.
Time, hateful thief,eternal antagonist,
you have thrown all my sand from the hour glass.
The magician applies color – a light shade of lavender
over a clueless world, but look hard
still transparent, the truth shows through.
My energy is low, the journey is always arduous
the sorcerer appears and casts a spell…
touched by the wand,
I sleep the sleep of the undead
and one thousand years of dreams.
