Blurring Powers

Mystic faces, compulsive in their ways
Surprising, still, when numbered are your days
Noted for the noticeable notice to the life
?Porque me da ese strife?
Never blood . . . dripping up the knife
Always forgetting the secret spice
Recipes unwound and rolled to light
The place desired, you just might
lose focus on proper shapes
Blurring powers of magic capes
Sneakier than the sucker caught
Forget the words, you just might not
believe what you heard when sounds emerge
Rhythmic confrontation, syncopations surge
In search of weakened souls to purge
Watching, hawking…til you feel the urge
Berserking vibrations destroying all nerves
Unhaltedly rampaging through bones and curves
All that remains-what we’ve learned…

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