black magic

so you say daydreams can't.
i wait beside the spell and
it's black, with magic;
i resign to a smile and
die in cannot.

slow, up amongst us now.
there is no barred slogan,
no fear of damnation-
i do love, and you see.

not everyone sees the day-
sees the light inside so many
totems- they pretend around,
they mock what was said, what is;
what i said about the end of this world.

are a ready? salute, and march was fortnight;
the rim is cuspid and our world is bedazzled-
nice, nice, what?, what? gamma rays and mascara.

it was all snow blind and sun-burned features
and your still so beautiful and dry;
i wish more smoke and mirrors but it hurts, so,
like ice puddle and your sea-smell,
good seasons spell scuffs and a return home.