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Web Catch

This web
catch-trap
hag-snagger
rhyme, time,
feet, measure,
stanza and sting.
The bards knew,
and we do too.
Link.

story

I'm waiting to hear it,
Paying attention.

The Algol Variations

Black is extrapolated.
the third phase.
Its nature gleaned,
by observation,
of the variations,
of the dance,
of red and blue.

Run

"Any two particles that have once been in contact will continue to act as though they are informationally connected regardless of their separation in space and time." Bell's Theorem

Setting foot in here, you will never leave, and guess who runs this show?

Happy

Omens are viscous and making me smile. I'm studying the change in style. I already heard the jet plane sigh. The momentum is toward a new life. Don't cry, but you'll wish you cold die, meanwhile, I'll need no plane to fly.

NOW.

In the emerald city,
I found my magic whole,
Oyster shucked at
the Voodoo, taken
with a bit of horseradish.
At the Crossroads
by the Lucky Dog,
dropped a dime for
spirit and took a
communion and
danced.

The omen spoke
of a plane trip,
one the hag will
undertake, and which,
from the moment
the engines whir to
life--- will go horribly,
terribly wrong.

The way before me opens,
oysters at Voodoo,
and clams at the cross
and an omen that all
the workings are
in motion.