12/11/2006 8:52:42 PM

Magick

The witch hand clock string saith

Nothing but the world ecstasy,

Fumbling with all serenity,

Pureness in a stride forbidden.

The ruby grape penetrates,

Never letting out a squeak or pop,

Until the flowing milk of madness

Is deep inside the flower new born.

The digger is still afoot,

Searching with one eye brown and one blue,

For a mystery in glittered heresy, Ulysses

Unbound from his cage. You let him loose.

The yearning pounding founding stops at once,

Leaving you forever in his dept,

Loosely refraining nice news

From the wet dolls with plastic hands anew.