While waiting for Shin Lim’s show to start (I highly recommend seeing it if you’re visiting Vegas), I noticed a moth flying about. He wasn’t part of the show but a trapped spectator. It got me thinking of how he’s perhaps the most real thing in a place of illusion, and this poem was born.
The biggest spectacle
On the theater’s stage
Wouldn’t be the close-up card tricks
But the trapped moth
Fluttering about
Probably singing how
It’s the real magic
How any man
Can make paper disappear
But can they
Grow wings and fly?
That real magic
Is found
Where illusion
Is not
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Wow! That is really good! It’s make really wonder about magic!