fingertips like Winter water,
quickly freezing into crystal
stalagmites as you wave your
hands in the air. The audience
sits transfixed, their diamond
eyes twinkling as you perform
on the cavernous stage where
the moon filters light through
your illusions.
They leave the feast
satisfied and well fed
while you fold your secrets
away into a deck of cards.
And quietly vanish into the night.
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