Raison D’etre

 

We are here
to disappear
isn’t that clear
clear, clear, clear?

 

What other thing
but a bit part
in a magic act.
Why can’t you
grasp that fact?

There is no meaning but this;
We’ve been kissed
by a godfather
filled with bliss.
Coated with a dust
of something is amiss.

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