Abracadabra
January 5 I can’t see the wiresThat levitate the girlAs she risesWith smoke beginning to swirlThere’s no reflection on the ceilingA mirror’s telltale signMy eyes on the cardsWhen you flip and find mineYet I’m sure and I’d swearThis is all just false magicPretending, a fantasy,Some wrinkle in the fabricYou're a charmer, a magicianPerformer in top…