'By and by the magician will throw us all back into his black hat.'
CHARLES SIMIC
If death is simply
A black magicians hat
Where one is tossed into,
Who is the magician?
Where is his hat?
What does this
Sleight-of-hand parlor trick
Have to do
With living, eternity,
And any of the rest of that?
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