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
maybe it music, maybe it’s magic
Or maybe things just happen…
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