mirrors and theurgy by Nadia

Mirrors and Theurgy

some eyes made for a poor adventure.

his did. perhaps. certainty? maybe—

no scrap of an argentine promise, none but the screw-and-bolt carcass of

a cimmerian centipede—
laid in the worst shade of death.

.

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who said eyes were divine in the heat of love
again?

.

they played a game of mirror, mirror

each time proximity proved

beyond an opiate eidolon (guzzling fire in the water—

heroisms, metagraphic hooks- –
storebought sleights to make up for nihil.
.
( how’d they. how’d they
turn to blooming tether in the noir-factor

anyway

.

I took your naught for a nectar
( by some sorcerous error; a chant in murky sugars-deep- –
why’d the lull of your wasteland
key itself in?

and now
now   can’t you see that
all I want is mirrors—

for my falsehood sun.


Written by Nadia Sim
(originally featured on her writing blog at http://soulgrade.wordpress.com/)

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