octopus
I've given in to celebration
tartsweet candy piled high in my palm
I lick it down before i can secondguess
the new year creeps in
and I am resolute
no longer searching for magicians
after all, I too carry magic
no longer conspiracy
I am a conspirator
and, even if I'm the one raisinghell, poking dragons,
my hands reaching out
I need someone who'll slay them
a small red circle stains my palm
a signal to all
I've given myself over to the sweetness of being saved
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