The Brown Magician

I am the brown magician
I am the slow decay of time
I remember once the shallow waters of my living
Living by your side
I cast spells towards the moon
I cast them well and get nothing in return
Everything turns to glass
fragile in the essential
If you are to forget me
hold me in that surrender
surrender, such sweet surrender
I die away with every word, every notion
I wish not speak, I wish not utter, I wish not think
you, the sky, plasma bubbles
bubbles like tear drops
and I was the king of some horizon
and we rode on some forgotten horse
in the most austere horizon
we were told what to do by people without reality
and we were swept by the current of the sea

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