I draw the universe out of my pocket
and discover it is only a handkerchief!
Does imagination sum up magic
If one can trick another to believe that
one can turn an uninspiring stick into a bouquet?
Is magic a symbolic euphemism
like drawing a hare from a hat instead
of a trap-like rabbit hole, or turning a dagger into a rose!
Can an act behave like a word, in hypnosis?
Is poetry a potent hypnosis? Does it contrive to be
hypnotic, even euphemistic; or does it dare
to be brutal? Honesty, as you know, can be brutal!
Rarely so is deception, hypnosis, magic, euphemism!
Are we flattered by deception or are we
demeaned by it? How far can mendacity go
till you realise it was not only subterfuge all along,
but sabotage? Does an honest hero
remain a hero when he is infiltrated and deceived
and is compelled by chicanery to bely his own mission!
Can we trust a leader who begins trustworthy
but is lampooned by a treachery, so he fails the truth
for his own desperate survival? Is justice only the nature of
survival tactics for a civilisation that has been
inspired by conspiracies made flagrant by evil.
Then real justice becomes a threat to survival,
and even the most honorific leaders have their
integrity bite the dust! You know, in a card game of survival
even the trump in your hand becomes a delusion!
Must we quietly put back the illusion in our pocket
and forget that we had ever dreamed about the universe?
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