Ode to Marie Laveau
Caiman walk in the liver’s dream
up stairs of missing waters
the atoms at last have agreed to work
Hiram was Hydrogen exalted brother
wearer of all clothing more and more
let talk reach its terminus
where the unformed lends its edge.
What good is blood if the second comes first
the priestess asked, vervain and vetiver
don’t tell anyone what you choose
for third, a personal door to be free of your desire.
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