Witching the Stars #23
Updated: Oct 31
Cleave the body, sole to find
no spirit - just a tide of blood.
Into earth plunge spade to find
no seed-spun charm, but merest mud.
Rend open brain - there, no thought lies
nor strains of music, reasons, laws,
Unfasten heartstrings - fast within -
just currents red; no valiant cause.
A rush through days, though, hour to hour -
problems, knotted, weave untangled,
paintings beckoned, stories cast,
the dawnlight splashed, the twilight spangled.
In this moment must reside
a brilliant magic making djinn.
And so I give to him my gaze -
we move as one, the world to spin.