Acrid smoke the witch’s alembic bubbling opal
High prizing simulacrum, correlate with a victim
On the beach before dawn in wintertime
Hauling logs seaweed-spined several miles
To the furthest skull-strewn span of deeded land.
Visiting stars insistent, dead the hands who lit them
Liminal vignette’s trippy nipple coloured sky, tides fried cerulean
By insistent centrifugal motion of hidden limbs
Treasures of ocean, commotion lasting until sun’s outguttering,
Smuggled to unhidden hideouts, to be seen by witch eyes
Shell fragments and wigs of lank seaweed, plied unto violent ends.
In practice, an act is committed
With a specific unspoken intention in mind
No eye that vantage hights
Hidden greasing formless hands unto advantage
Fomenting favour, luck through the sanguinary.
Hands wrinkled, like aborted verse balled
Standing taller in mind than eye by glamour’s guile
Around her manse ninemilesround, smoke-surreal mires
Gulley razor-rocked, at which dim Jason, womanloved, baulked.
A hairlock, one tonsured sprig
Sheep dipped in hemlock
She wears as vestment a Hebrew vest of wood hewn
Its face grid of facets, in which gems languish; lapis,
Agate, ruby, emerald, bronze sacred to Taurian Apis
In hue divers that it appeared she who the Law foreswore
Wore like a fool to Goneril’s storm-maddened father a motley suit.
Alchemisland 
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