I realise that
 magic starts
   with distraction
whilst eyes 
     wander
the hand slights
   I watch the sun
slide down 
     the sky
  tangerine tear
nothing here 
just darkness
the trickster
  three mirrors
dry-ice machines
on either side
& without fan-fair
you disappear 
       vixen-like
into the rectum
    of night
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