The Hour Of The Witch
Time
in the caldron
the hour
unstruck
Hands
reaching skyward
while boiling
amok
The wise men
among you
all wait
to proclaim
What criers
at midnight
hope to
— reclaim
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
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