oh,witchcraft

 it started with a wish

such burning stars

from light into darkness hurled

the beasts and ravenesses that do

cherish this world

i checked the zodiac the old atlas

dusty old long sighs at that

i gleamed inside a crystal ball

subduing shadows and loving 

there form; compact into life

airy thorny tangles

i gazed and noticed in geographic granite

tears that curse the page with fire

the scar it starts in the abyss

spreading green untill it can bloom 

no more not any hour

forver to be seen 

a bonnie bower

from the songbook of scott

2:my curly bard hair

elapsed 

the air 

bitter curves

3;i took off in the glass maze

quenched children pale faced aghast

at terror that steals the flowers 

from these grounds

gormless gourd idols

that cradle rock incessantly

a prosperous

union relentlessly

united in earthern wombs

i licked the plague birth

the wormy reptiles 

slither in

4:a copy of daemonlogie 

with oven baking

herbal remedies

for those without 

a coat

the incense 

gave my ashy nose

a sweepers cough

a written cold

an bronze oak

to pierce my silence

and keep me wise yet odd

awhile the farming land is sworn

god,by those without a bull

a wittness to violence

mr bosch captured 

otago sod

growing young leaving ill

words on my toungue

to make a wish 

to sign my prospects with

though in iron chains

i grow old