unpack more notes from the slow magic show
cities in boxes with stickers that glow
rome here and holland, if we can go dutch
honolulu and tissue and miss you and such
cannisters, bannisters, barrels of oak
and I do not recall if ever I spoke
about things disappearing with a distracting snap
the magic you tried to keep under your hat
as we were all waiting for that one thing to come back
a promise, a mission, a lady, a laugh
probably everything ever that felt sawn in half
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