We are all beings made of light,
so hard, so hard to see, so stuck
on the earth, stuck in the mud are
we, concerned about the longevity
of a mirage.
In magic, movements play tricks
on sight, the ephemeral solidity
is revealed. Even the elephant in
the room can disappear.
There is a “mind’s eye”,
an artist’s eye,
seer’s eye,
quantum panoramic eye,
eye yi yi!
So,
no words…
just performance.
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