(PAD #048) not (craving magic)

I
do not crave
magic

only
I wish
with all my mind

true beliefs
into truth
in deed

that is all

wave the wand
incant
the words
I dance naked
chanting
around my fire

let smoke
rise
a message in each puff

while I
churn my wishes round
inside

and waiting

I am
waiting

where
and when
will be a sign

waiting
doubting as each hour goes by

where

when

will be the sign

and I go
round again
I move
to my own
peculiar dance

in my own
peculiar way

not craving
magic

not desiring
intervention

not expecting
anything at all
but not
to die

not to let
the (my) not-magic
die

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