cut

I perform the cut

sporadically, but religiously

whenever I look behind

or within

or when I embrace the dark

you see, pain is fabricated

love is too

with careful training

we create homeostasis

magic is a filter

pairing well with dark

the ever so intoxicating pull

of the cosmic mirage

cut, cut, cut

and it grows back and withers

each time weaker and weaker

until fine baby strands remain

breaking off in the tiniest of breezes

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