It was as if
some occult hand had reached
down from clouds across the land
to palm my heart, like
a magic trick
that you just can't teach,
unless you can.
Or else you miss
where now you see it,
now you saw. Now
you wish and kiss
and paw, lose
everything
perchance
to crawl,
perhaps
to raise.
To win it
all.
It was
as if some
occult part
unplayed as yet
by dummy luck
and handy fate
had come unstuck
by skill and art.
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