Materia Prima

Some practice a circuitous violence,
never wielding the whip themselves,
 not touching once the hammer nor tong,
 they beguile and trick, manage and stage.
 Then they take no credit, having done all for others,
 charitably. The blood sacrificed to them,
they are self-made dieties.

Bluebird Blackbird Redbird

Blue flew new,
piece of sky,
sparkle song, sunshine,
pure day. Laugh long.

Black flew dark,
swatch of night,
blue sky unlit
sorrow song,
black enchant. Deepen.

 Red is black
turned inside out.
Black is red inside in.
Red in black
take flight in blue.

If We Meet

On this path, winding way, leave sign, portent.

Don't Turn Your Back

Open that door, be prepared. Meet it.

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Blue Hour

I was born in the blue hour.
When power slips in.
To the world.

I will be whom I should
from this moment on.
Evil will get you evil,
even though I'll not peel
and turn you inside out.

Don't bother to cry or
hope to run. It's in you.
Containing your
corruption, your insides
bear out.

Invocation

Invoking: formidable utterances can kill. A horror already gains unstoppable perfection. Laughing and unrepentant, regardless, it endures.