#2 Magic - museum
pleasantly continues to the future,
past gerunds and obscurities of a tension,
unaware of the demands of magic,
so dimensionless that colours fall apart,
spreading through the waters.
Here, the curator steps in, wipes his razor,
introduces his thoughts on buoyancy and
density of sinking men. Opting for the balcony
he leans over the night,
over flowing the darkness.
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