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Scrying Glass

Oh to have a scrying glass,An obsidian mirror,Like a witch in a tower,To peer upon its surface like calm water,To see across mountains and eons,To see conversations elsewhere,To hear music not yet written,I’d love to be a raven,In the trees of another’s mind,Watching and eavesdropping,I’d love to be a spirit,In the attic of another’s home,Learning of their life,I’d love to be a diviner,To read…

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The Gangly Man

Beware the darkest of nights,When the moon hides,The air grows heavy with the stink of formaldehyde,And even the toms bite their tongues,Be sure to stay under your duvet,And close your curtains tight,For the gangly man may be paying a visit,A demon,Or mayhap something fouler,As tall as a house,With legs like circus stilts,And arms just as gaunt,A bogeyman prowling the streets,Awkwardly prancing…

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Cartography

You must be a cartographer in this life,Despite what some say,You have to find your own way,The years offer no signposts,Nor safe havens to rest,You’ll concoct your own journey through decades,The good and bad,Plot a course to avoid the Bermuda triangles,Those treacherous reefs of liars and hurt,Serpentine sharks and heckling jackals,The need for navigation never ceases,The years want you to be…

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