now infant i is dead, what keeps you entertained?

sean-carnegie-golightly Poems

i think i’ve killed it i can see it deflating in the skull’s corner all of it no matter the think thought speak it enough and all perspectives are complementary mirrors circling the magician and no matter where you stand you can see the rabbit come out the sleeve i think i’ve killed it all of it you know the sides of the die you know odds and chances you know the faces in the deck you know no matter what is thrown you don’t even have to catch it because i can do that for you but i is not stitched to you and when you see i pulling card tricks and rabbits from his hat you look into the mirrors and you laugh at all the laughs and if i fails, then you might see the wretch retreat to the back scenes and as his friend you may sit beside him but you does not have empathy because you can know me me, i think i’ve killed it and seen the magic dead and even killed the magician just to bring him back again because i can do that i can be affected by all i can bleed from wounds and pore with pride and find beauty in it all while you just sits there smirking at i, a twitching infant over stimulated and babbling and feeling every minute and now you’ve gone and thought too much and even this pretty martyrdom just seems another trick to keep baby i entertained