incantation (for yeats) (for crowley)

a spark that overpowers
as light can come thusly
from a laugh that flowers
with its self about
its necklace

dark streets that leak
of sickness become beggars
if you can do it right
the streets and alleys that whisper

when i take flight
into the tower
to seem to find my poetic genius
in annotated scholarly editions of ovids like

i break my chains
that too the conditions
the limits and the tabboos of my time
i seek the magic in a work of art

as goodness knows
dust can blow through blinds
this maniac conmnected to my heart
that does seize the reins

that gets rid of pain
the verse i read
I can't complain
upon it
or explain it

i just contain it
in an amulet
a poem
a sigil
a overpowering light

that grows the
ever-present power of my dark
the demonaic
a shade I like
a spark