A Near-Life Experience

Magic always brings
Its hocus-pocus
Restrictions with it.
Perfection can't stand
Its own company.

The sleeping glacier
Rests its gleaming coils
Along Valhalla's
Serpentine stone spine
Right in front of me.

How ouroboros
To mate a pattern
Of no relation
To itself except
Geometrical.

Magic doesn't make
Problems disappear.
Magic transforms them
Into new problems
Involving magic.

How to keep a spell
From sliding sideways.
How to disappear
Politely. So on.
It seems I've come back home.