Time slipped thru its boundaries,
and minutes swam thru hours
as real-imaginary books
created and un-created themselves
on invisible shelves
and I sat on my bed contemplating
the implications of existence.
The world around me
blinked in and out playfully,
creating and un-creating itself
before the blind eyes of my mind.
I sat on my bed
concentrating too hard
on how to use all the 'magical' techniques
I had so diligently learned,
not realizing that the world around me
did all these magical things naturally
(without even picking up a book).