Birth of Possibility ~ Philip Brent
I’m turning over words and phrases
Like flipping a random deck of cards
I am finding only deuces and treyses
Seeking wholeness, but finding shards
Searching for an ace or king or queen
My chance to take the winning trick
Not reality, reflection, but in between
Cards upon a table; everything clicks
Like magic: practiced time after time
The mind always quicker than the eye
Till each act as natural as a second skin
Despite how cards fall, still another try
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