Life a magic show, we appear out of nothing
For the eye too quick
Diversions from what is coming
Knowing but not wanting to believe it's a trick
Reality a slight of hand
Hidden, it lies out of sight
A trap door and a mirror we don't understand
An invisible thread we don't see in a card's flight
Smoke and mirrors takes away our fears
Clouds our eyes to reveal a surprise
In a box cut in half
In a disguise, illusion parted lies
In clap and laugh lies our epitaph
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