knowing…

Snap!
The magic is gone!
The snap of my fingers
can’t trigger it.

I hit my flesh with my flesh;
My blood with my flesh;
My bones with my flesh;
I snap my fingers– once!
I snap my fingers– twice!
I snap my fingers…

Eluded and deluded
tossed, into the drawers of oblivion
the presence of my flesh
withers–
the magic is gone.

Snap!
I can’t summon my existence to meet your existence;
Snap!
I can’t summon my form to meet your form;
Snap!
Is it possible for an energy to replace a lost one?
Snap!
It’s futile, the magic is gone.

Snap!
The talks about love–
My talks about love are lame;
The notions I’ve inherited from the old ones
I feel, I truly do!
But I can’t transfer them.
And what they can’t see,
what I can’ show, doesn’t exist in their eyes.
But even though I am blind, I can still sense colors!
Am I a fool?
To believe in this mad thing, called love?
Or just plain-plain blind.

I try again,
Snap!
The flesh of my thumb
reaps the flesh of my middle finger and my index one.
But it’s futile,
no matter how hard I snap my fingers,
I’ve lost her!
The magic is gone.

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