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I'm rehearsing my sleight of hand,

craft of the illusionist

when reason translates to the spiritual

with the tumble of words

to the next line and everyone

gets excited, exclaiming

ooh and ah.  How is that done?

It's when I say "abracadabra"

reach into a top hat

for a rainbow of bunting

flapping in predictable rhythms,

wave my wand and they become

lines of light and art.

Then the magician in me

opens his palms and out flutter

twenty doves (from Finisterre of course)

into the air, your years of inspiration,

to fly in couplets round the page

sensual and eloquent

beautifully lineated.

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