Apocalypse is a brand.
Mail Order Voodoo
Coruscating sweven of January
returned to him as cinder
welkin-cast, smiting the journeying eye unwary.
Crystal seed & catalyst for surrender
of equipoise so weary,
your knowing flows away with ev'ry rose you fondle.
He’ll quiz Moon why possession must be eerie,
quiver the votive candle
praying to his desuetude for a sylph less airy.
But only strength of character can render
your tears the eulowirree,
not such pentacles as scurrying imps enkindle.
He seeks to ground his sweet paralysis in theory.


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