i keep asking why

how it began

this world:

dust
or magic
or religion
or a chemical reaction
that became life

this life
when it begins
is magic

this life
as it unfolds
is magic

this chair
these fingers
all of this
this thing in my mind
this brain that makes me think

all of this

abruptly begins and ends
and each end a new beginning
and so the loop of life
and so the paradox
life and death, light and dark

all of this

is magic