our turn
where did the magic go
there must be mystics or chameleons
passing time underground
at times diligently at work
plucking ideas from upside down trees
leaves without color
toadstools without souls
garlic & turnips & parsnip
reinvention is impossible without
extended periods of unconsciousness
like alaskan brown bears do
awake
awake
it’s time for the good news
tell us the magic has returned
and is here to stay
tell us it is finally our turn
may two thousand twenty-three
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