It’s True
by Sam M. Phillips

Ink stains on hands,
Message lands on page,
Sage speaks,
Tweaks reality with spelling,
Telling you directly,
Magic exists,
I wished it into being,
I’m seeing it now,
Scrawled across this paper,
Later,
You read,
And I succeed,
In influencing you,
It’s true,
Your mind will never be the same,
Those seemingly tame letters
Are magical symbols,
Changing your mind,
And your mind is your perspective,
And your perspective is your reality,
We’re family now,
I’ve infected you,
Detected you through time,
I rhyme to mesmerise,
Hypnotise you,
Conjure up images,
Imprint them inside,
You can’t hide.

When I die
I join the ranks of the immortals,
Portals open to let me through,
It’s true,
Through this blue ink,
I slink along time and space,
Trace a path,
A way to cast
My spell,
I dwell
In you now,
Now for me,
Now for you,
Clue is in your conscience,
Hear it speak?
I am there,
It is my lair,
Hair rises on the back of your neck,
You detect me,
Whispering in your head,
I’m dead,
But the life I’ve led
May be read,
And so I live on
Through you,
My life I prolong.

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