You think it's magic that light will climb the skies, br that mind's inner math measures volumed world, br and branch bobs bird as bird with branch replies; br that no heart mends at midnight- whirl when hurled br spins and twirls toy top. We forever hope br charms bind us; but not magic to be knot; br Spells slip taut ties; then they scale slackened rope br reared in air- disappear- clear gone when sought. br But lives are greater magic. Death's forever. br We're last-act rabbits lost in stage-show hat. br Life's so short; so almost-nearly-never; br dead ever in etcetera, just like that. br Flick of fate's cuff when it's too late to check...