The Myths and The Modern [√]

[ the disappearing act ]

(the magician says abra cadabra)

she moves closer to the four walls
breathing the suspense of silence
invisibility enters her lungs,
the shimmering transformation
takes over until she becomes
an aerial space project
one minute becomes thirty
he snaps his thumbs and she stumbles
back into consciousness, the spell broken
and casted into nothing once again

the audience claps and clamors
some holler and throw coins
others cry out in awe and glee
the cynical ones scoff, the critics
jot down on ink and paper
here ends the show, everyone!

when the haze slowly subsides
she dresses into her own clothes
blends in the mass of spectators
observes from the rear end
of the chairs fronting the stage

never having to explain to anyone
that the magic they come for
was never really real

(you see, it was all an illusion)