The Game

In the crack between dawn and daylight, idea and action there is a whole avalanche of thoughts, of processes, of beliefs and control signals that come cascading in. I begin to see them, i begin to see the buttons they press playing me like a finely tuned instrument they slip underneath my attention like a magician waving his hand and in the moment of distraction the deed is done. Like a magic trick, the trick being to disable magic, disable my choice of reality. I can see it, am i fast enough to catch it, or is that too a game?