Willed creations
And quantum computations
Numbers dancing into equations
And atoms colliding in coagulation
Ethereal bound in imagination
and corporeal stimulated in excitation
These are the elements of my mind's elation
My spirit's divination
And my body's realization.
Magic, an enigma of the past
Or an entity that persists and everlasts
An energy to be harnessed and grasped
By the gifted, those who have amassed
Knowledge into a matrix of vast intelligence.
Constantly consuming, constantly reconfiguring hence
A mass of energy so dense,
Wills form and no form in recompense.
No parlour tricks or mimicks
Not a sleight of hand nor,
Misdirection,
This is the conscious election of man
To rediscover the ability to command
The universe within and without
To effectuate thine will,
And eliminate all doubt.
A new age of man is on the horizon
In the healing light of the sun
Your eyes will percieve everything as one
Lest keep thineself blind
And in time you too will find
That no power in this universe so clandestine
No entity whether subject to or freed from the hands of time,
No being that threatens to disrupt intelligent design,
No impartial entropic paradigm,
May anihilate or impede on,
The magic of the mind.
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