This magic is trivial. Let there be more
Water that flies, lands on my face
These hills that stand still for ever
And then both meet up as if any plan
Juices of the sky out of holy churn
Flavours of the airs right on my palm
And then the oneness of these senses
This magic is trivial. Let there be more
Shall I hold sway? Magic I shall add
These 24 hrs, whats so static about it
Take my cue, when I squeeze it or twist it
The days last you, not the other way round
Shall I add my thing, old will never happen
Either new or now. Old neither born nor dead
New everything. The sight or the plight
Sky not the limit, earth not the depth
This magic is trivial. Shall I hold sway?
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