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INCANTATION
This autumn, paint yourself as a witch. Beware whom you serve while miss-spelling the universe with floating letters conjured to restore harmony. Salvation approaches moment by moment as the communion of saints waltz on the far horizon wielding sticks, stones, roots, and bones signed and encrusted with rain, dew, and tears. Desiccated corn stalks rustle in the fields beneath the copper wine moon. Fresh blood washes the streets of Baghdad, Beirut, Darfur. Sleep lightly, pray for peace. Written for:
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