Magic Number MAG

June 4, 2008
By Rebekkah McKalsen, Fulton, NY

Magic numbers float
In my brain,
Sitting uselessly,
The sparks unkindled.
Fascination, stillborn, is
Buried on a sunless summer day;
It haunts my every waking dream
As you sink slowly
from my memory
Into the deepest parts of my psyche.
I wish I could
Release these magic numbers
And watch them
Play tricks on you
The way the idea of you
Plays tricks on me.

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on Jan. 26 2009 at 8:24 pm
This is pretty good. I like how it ends with a different thought than what it begins with.


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