The light and darkness that harness our souls, is a reverie to the unsung and obsessed magic we chose to acknowledge or ignore. Ever beating, ever hiding, ever ending – driving us forward and extended or downward and defeated, like mortals. Perfect moments, memories, hunches and omens stroking our egos while feigning balance and accord that is inexplicably reasoned because magic won’t thrive in definitions and algorithms, it dances peripherally; untuned and unbalanced waiting with eternal breath to inspire, frighten and enlighten all that can bare it’s witness.