'Magic'

Hocus, Pocus...
it's slight of the mind...

Abracadabra, can't see it,
it's too fine

Words, those that  spring forth...
just left were mine, came to rest
in this particular space in time...

Hocus, Pocus
the thoughts are in focus
Yet, randomly scattered...
say, can you 'scope' this?

Abracadabra I  attack the verse
like a swarm of locusts
Overwhelmed you've become
because, denying the  urge
to spit this is hopeless...

It's the magic...
of the word
Instead of straight,
made it curve
as it turned   to verb...
revealing  the magic
of the rhyme,
is that, Hocus Pocus...

resides within the mind...