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.
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