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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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