magic is always a lie
the delayed denouement of any ancient formula
or magic religion is always
a mirror
a trick
a diversion
there is this power over me
and it made me love you
there is this power over me
if love means unlimited delight
in another's well-being,
i love you
if love means wanting
to spend two weeks
locked in a hotel room with you,
i love you
there is this power over me
that powers the ritual velocity of the water
down the river
that powers the plenary arc of the stars
as they
live with the stars
die with the stars
there is this power over me
it is a mystery power
over my blood
my heart
my soul
over my fugitive shipwreck
of submerged mercy
over the elementary meadow
of your arm
or your ankle
if love means unlimited delight
in another's well-being
i love you
if love means wanting
to spend two weeks
locked in a hotel room with you
please
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