Magnificent. 

She holds out her arms, 

for a split second, soaring. 

Black silken wings swoop over 

the keys, the coin flipped,

parallel eyes, a blink away

from destiny fulfilled, impossible

achieved. 

A shadow in its genesis. 

An eclipse unveiling the sun. 

The cycle of life and death

reimagined. Gravity reversed. Her

practiced rehearsal outshone the moon,

plucked the stars from the heavens and 

placed them beneath paper cups.  

Which way rings true? 

But she never did choose.  

Only spun in a circle, saw the sky 

as an infinite cloak, twirled it around

her fingers, struck beyond luck, beyond 

the known, into depths others wouldn’t 

dare tread.