The disguise is there to fool
the non-believers; those who
buy cigarettes instead of food,
who curse in place of prayer,
the dark exceptions to the rule.
The mouth, perceiving sweetness,
though bitter seeds poison those
who eat them, sweats for more.
The rest, a plausible distinction
between bright light, its seeming
weightlessness- the question being
are magic tricks reliable?
On quiet nights, shadows of
the spotted moth move across
a window, the size of birds.
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