FOCUS POCUS

Focus pocus:
that magic of a certain kind
when you your mind
and body are applying,
tunnel-visioned,
with eagle aim
unto a certain locus. . .

That keen intent’s the magic,
that the power of your time unwinds
and imposes sense on space
so that, in every time and place
that can be named,
you’ll cull from life the mostest.

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