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I invoke The Morrigan, Mighty Queen, Badb before the screen goes silver; at the bar two pints — one blood, the other fog and piss; both poetry & prophecy. She bears me in snow, scalp fractured, two wings of bone opened by her own; a burial mound is left for you to carry me within.
near the banks of Boulder Creek I offered a moonstone as gift. soil & ink. oak & refusal— a single red horse drags me through the streets, naked & aroused. An obscure gesture returned, as if to say, look
it is I who kill and steer us towards nightshade for you will not do so yourself;