The MagicA Poem by Davidgeo.
Magic is anesthesia. . .
What takes you from concious To an object Back to concious Is in the magic, of anesthesia What could be hours What could be seconds A month, what could be a year. . . simply, disappears Because anesthesia, it's f*****g magic. . .And so, How does this happen? What are we missing?Or maybe perhaps rather, What aren't we seeing? Because real magic is being concious What takes you from an object To a person, is in the magic Of being concious (alive) And the great tragedy of the object. . .
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