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Tangible Magick

There is 

Tangible Magick

in shared
wonderment
at the:

Ebony feathered wings in flight
of a crow caught by mourn-ing sun

Pulsing shock waves of bio rhythms
rippling across the sea called Dancing Kin

Shreaking lights tearing tiny tunnels
into ever expanding inky velvetness

Tangible. Magick.
in the

Secret songs whispered by strangers on
trolley cars and sidewalks and hidden places

Vesper of voices, the beckoning laughter of
fledgling simians: raw and hairy-less

Slow and steady hum of the universal flow
gripping us tightly to this whirling rock

Tangible.

Magick.

in the

Solitary seconds of self reflection
mere moments of fleeting epiphany

Mutual ecstatic response when we're con-joy-ned
by the slippery-ness of our now common skins

Sacred and all-inclusive knowledge of cessation
of our pumping blood hearts, mammalian lungs, electro minds

And yet.

We still

Dare

to run
to breathe
to dream

Tangible. Magick.