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