#13 Magic – queue
At the counter, the narrator holds
the queue in perfect bend of light,
as rectilinear as it gets. Tickets for
eternity, tombstones for memories -
sold out.
Balloons of the inevitable, glide past
the links and through the holes towards magic.
Cameras observe the whole, shirt collars
stained with constant narration.
Grip our fear for the queue keeps on
growing, outwitted by the desire
and reasons to live life beyond human.
the queue in perfect bend of light,
as rectilinear as it gets. Tickets for
eternity, tombstones for memories -
sold out.
Balloons of the inevitable, glide past
the links and through the holes towards magic.
Cameras observe the whole, shirt collars
stained with constant narration.
Grip our fear for the queue keeps on
growing, outwitted by the desire
and reasons to live life beyond human.
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