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We are the magicians
    of the mind, the Houdinis
    of time and space.

We blueprint the gods,
    perform their miracles,  then
    tear them down again.

We teach for the stars,
    cast our pennies to the heavens,
    while we jingle nickels by the pocketful.

While we perform, the moon
     nods at our sleights,
     and the owls inquire,
     “How? How?”

Yet, when the sun rolls over
     our fields of heaven,
     our footing grows thin and weary.
     We expect to fail, forever.

Yet, in the end,
      we discover
      we were on the ground
       all along.