Tag: magick
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Thin places
My foetid mind Sprouts to impotent life Like a dying lighter’s coaxed light Smoked so much kush I’m left a shell impression, a ghost ship. Behind my eyes, the killing potion of my emotionless ghost light. The post-light of goat worship managed my backslide.
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Homemade luck
I’m that boy who, because he wore trousers that he had received That very evening On which he turned eighteen, which him as adult delineated, Could not board the lifeboats, Could but bawl as they noised away emptily, Full of women and children like the thoughts of soldiers. The clock ticks over, you can’t fix…
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Finding my voice inside scrapes and noisy grazes
The power of my voice If it is so Why then when I recount these tales to myself Lo even as they are written they are read, by me alone In another’s voice As for an audience thrown and projected My plaudits alone The product of rejection is a ravenous hunger Cravings as steel-circulated Cain…
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Thedifferencemaker
What sap-sealed Spring healed I would rewound My upsetting letter was the scar reviver My leather heart in skiving scabbard gathered as ever under fire My stabbed-free leaking drowns salt-girdled ground Everything measured out, throatwrecking shouts to sound down guardians These are madman’s rites; the fullbright gospel of the marooned, In the dirt, the corpse…
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Trainlure
By an impatient outpatient graveyard Shot hard that hydra-carted rumbling clacktrain Massive as a Gawainfoe, and manmade, so vain. As an arrow flaming bathes yellow the life it claims, So was that narrow passage shorn of midnight nakedness. Bell, book, and candle; Vellum book handled by hours lamplit. Championship chances my damp-lip cauldron creates amply.
Alchemisland 