Magic – harbour

#1 Magic – harbour

My understanding of magic,
as the world would treat realities
of forms, is beyond my perception
of shadows. I check the standard
bricks of my every column.

Linen and ships of garments waiting
outside the city, the harbour which
remembers nothing but hollow rose petal
boxes, empty with the olfactory
modality of red. The harbour never weeps
for the numerous memories as the next
moment it waits,

we take a lot of time before
magic actually.