Sway me with sweet eloquence,
Blind me with quick flair,
Concealing trace of evidence,
What once was here, is there.
Twist my sensibility,
Bend what I perceive,
Unveil the possibility,
Of what I can conceive.
My mind is yours to render,
My will, yours to bend,
Blown away by you, Pretender,
Your act I must commend.
Entranced, you’ve left me standing,
Snared, my gaze is bound,
Oh Magician, it’s confounding,
How what once lost, is found.
Yet as the curtain follows,
None see how you feel,
Masquerading secret sorrows,
Could this be all that’s real?
A question you have pondered,
Gripping every thought,
You assume that you have squandered,
Living your life for naught.
But step out from that curtain,
Look down at your crowd,
Oh Magician, I am certain,
For once you would feel proud.
—kayla walker
Flommist Kayla Walker is just a simple poet who is fascinated by rhyme, using it as a voice to speak for the girl lost in her own mind. Copyright © 2016 Kayla Walker. Pictured: Illustrations from The Royal Road to Card Magic (1948) as referenced in Edward Tufte’s Visual Explanations: Images and Quantities, Evidence and Narrative (1997).
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