And you will not know
What the magician has planned for the end of the show
Nor what painstaking lengths at which he did go
To ensure it is so
And it will never be quite clear
What machinations brought him here
Or what exactly he held so dear
Merely mumbles of something about his career
Murmurs of something you didn't quite hear
For years to come; those sleights of hand
The sheer precision of collected command
The details you missed in the mists and the sand
Such a simple schema under guise so grand
And it all comes full-circle, when the wheels are in motion,
the juggling acts and the senseless devotion
the hastened antidote to a crude and poison potion
Disappearing, reappearing, at mere mention or notion
Breaking out of cages, falling from floors-
As fluid as the ocean.