To escape
is an option,
to houdinize
out of closed cages.
to jump off
bridges and clouds,
to walk on the head
across the ocean.
to want the im-possible
and do it,
because who knows
what is possible.
it must be good
to grow
under the snow
and to breathe inside vacuums.
to fly like a sparrow
in the morning sky.
to swallow an arrow
and to pass metal and sorrow.
it all will be shown
towards the end
as a trick,
magical technique.
my vision is clear,
i shall not be transformed
but in another's mind.
later to ashes of a kind
but only when i die.
until then i try,
Mrs. Houdini,
now it is me
who sits on the dock,
still fumbling the lock,
the heart rising
to greet freedom.
and a grin and a smile
will go round and round
because even together
how can two escapists be bound.
Magician Among the Spirits
well, it is not my best poem, but it was fun.
Mrs. Houdini knows who she is.
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