What Are This

6.27.12.

The kind of magic I do is up close and personal.

Subtle.

If you look away you might miss it

The transformation

The transition

From acquaintence

            To acquired

                        To accessed

You might miss the moment I cross over

Unless you peer deeply into my eyes

Catch the glint of self-assured candor

And catch yourself before you fall.

Seemless transition of expression

Somewhere deeply beyond

What can be seen with the eye

And measured with the mind.

There is a rhythym followed that

Will take you there

Past the sighs

            And into my soul.

I feel you on my breath as I exhale

Like somehow the tiny sighs of butterflies

Escaped into my bloodstream

To float out of my nose

I was afraid to fall.

            Now I am afraid not to