outfoxing the furies

Fluid the medium by which we desire,

Heavy the limits from which we aspire

To lift ourselves free on the wings of a dove

To practise perfection by drinking his blood.

The illusion of earth is splintering fast

We grab at the air, as we fall at the last:

Witchery, Witan, Wicca and Wizard

Pursuing the furies is why we are feared.

Opening spaces and stretching out time

In a flurry of words, at thirty a dime.

We walk through the air as we glance at the heights,

Sublimity scares us like the darkness or light:

In this cauldron of water, fire, earth and air

See! The silent assassin is everyfuckingwhere…


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