Vertigo

Magician sifts through the deficiently manic. We acknowledge our vertigo with a touch of indifference. Forget the righteous time and place. Foolproof induction is a shade darker than implicit renewal. A face seldom featured judges beauty. Coordinate with the evanescent sound of production. The revolving door between logic and magic terminates the Artist's escape. My mood springs from the pages of mystery. An unknown man doubts gold. Forget peering into faces. Leave window shopping alone. Stay unformulated. Listen only to the sound that moves in secret in your stereo. Walk with the sunlight procession, terms and conditions unmet. The parade is turning onto your street, your musical street. Be in league with the characters in its den. Be there with its floats and your flower children. Bluffing looks at books, I fly about the market. I ape the aptitude test. However, I ingest the insect wings on paper skin of books. On my clothes, on my skin the paper buzzes.