Friday, 25 July 2008

41. Finally...

Sometimes you cannot describe the indescribable -

no poet, critic or therapist can come close

things just happen; chemical compounds mix
with a hiss and a puff a little magic occurs

maybe it’s the universe aligning itself, maybe
it’s the benevolent Gods looking down

maybe it’s karma or kismet or happenstance,
destiny or the proverbial carpe diem

maybe it’s dark magick, voodoo or mojo,
the relinquishing of souls at 3am

maybe it’s astrology or astronomy or
something to do with mystical crystals

maybe it’s the black dog, the muse
or the moment, the realization

that this second will never pass again
maybe it music, maybe it’s magic

Or maybe things just happen…

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