The Fine Art
Of Invisibility |
Master is a snake
slick and silent strikes down like lightning. Master is a toad,
Master is invisible. “Secret is sitting still,” he whispers. Invisibility is the true Ruler
Master says those who practice the fine art,
I set a time and place.
“The world is a broken appointment,”
“And today,” he follows,
In the waiting room, I realize,
“There’s a carpet spark on my fingertip, here take it,”
I accept the charge. Thunder erupts from a silent sky.
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