“your end game is establishing psychic stability
with extreme ordeals as part of your
metamorphosis.”

my need for superfluous
fluctuations in behavior,
lifestyle and mood.
now, you are God-drawn,
celibate,
obsessively
binding yourself to
new conviction,

you are wrapping yourself
in your insistent
unhinging,
and your lovers’ brides.
for the way they scream your
name into the pillow.
but you are distant.
you are giant.
you are waving your hands
in the air and calling it
time.

oh, you are far, far away and
quiet in your cave,
becoming whatever you say
you are.
becoming whatever you say.
be careful what you say.

I say I’m always
someone’s secret,
watch me float across their
ceiling like a moon-shaped
cake.

“the magician”

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