Acts of Magic
Weren’t we correct like an enormous constant.
Fluctuations are nothing other than contractions of earth that unite everything.
Yet why did ours rip everything out of existence’s reach.
I see and waver in endless interwoven galaxies of the experienced.
It’s the distance of reach that allows vibrations to come close.It’s the irregularity of your being which is absolutely not an illusion that holds me together because everything real must inevitably be paradoxical.
You embody nothing more correct.
The symbol of existence for itself.
Monopoles and Magnets. This is my approval for you.
Your magic is the magic of the world, thus I continue to collect spells to cast acts of magic.


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