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Barnaby — spilt wine on white tablecloths
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.these days I believe in magic
because it’s magic that makes the world turn
and that’s corny, I know,
but that’s how I feel
.
there’s times when the magic is missing
.
when the cold water presses down on me
a thousand leagues of black ocean
me kicking and kicking
never able to break the surface
.
and those times almost kill me
every time, they almost do me in
always seven seconds from leaving everything behind
.
I count to seven
because seven is a holy number
and it’s less far away than ten
.
soon enough I’m washed up on the shores of hope
able to see the sky again, breathe again
I can see the clouds
the sun above me
I begin to build my kingdom over again
I’ll shake hands with old friends
take up new hobbies
.
I’ll meet people
new ones replacing old ones
the ones that get lost along the way
always new ones, without cease
.
like Russian dolls, or
when a lover knocks over a wine glass
sending splinters of glass into the air
.
spilt wine on white tablecloths
the glass is gone
.
but glass is everywhere
.
that’s the sort of magic I’m talking about
.
