• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 03
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I'm many things to different people;
armed with my canister of blue smoke
and high pressure valve, I fill the air.

You can't see me – I surround you.
You can't touch me or work out
where I am – threat and promise.

I enjoy the unsettled beat of your heart,
your startled presence:
A perfect audience to my magic.