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By accident, I touched the magic stone,

and had my fear diminished and undone,

and had my joy augmented and resown,

and had (you might say) just a little fun.

It’s always there inside my pocket, where

my keys reside on odds the wallet side.

But still, despite its presence, I don’t dare

to use it often, nor with it confide.

It is no foible, nor a shameful thing,

but does demand I open up my heart.

And that’s what keeps me from so practicing

the magic that it is and might impart.

So, cold and unaddressed, beside my lap

resides the magic of the music app.

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An ocean couldn’t be as deep as this,

no matter who had taught me how to swim,

and any man-made submarine would miss

how far these waves could plunge upon a whim.

I might see untold treasures in these depths,

they say so’s hidden where it is most dark.

And lo—another layer intercepts—

to pitcher darknesses I now embark.

Perhaps the fables spoke of this place when

they said the magic hides where man is lost,

for I’d not choose to go back home again

if leaving this place is what is the cost.

And then you move your head, and I am free

from your long tresses that so buried me.