The children love to read stories of magic.
And the children’s imaginations is then given
This one, condensed word that excitedly widens the
Eyes, but doesn’t quite capture the
tangling of the starry nebulae hidden in their little jittering dendrites,
sparking with electrified impulses of action, powerocketing
from a secret fissioning storymaker in the children’s’ brain,
the lacklustre, homogeneous and isotropic universe.
For the magic these children read
is created by grown-ups, many of which do not believe in magic at all.
Day 1: Magic