Sweet skittish, humming one.
I will stalk the perimeter of your peripheral until I
no longer surprise you unduly
, my sweet sap of sorrel.
And, yes, your ephemeral
devil may care if you serve eviction notice.
So, come,
see your sly gal, would-be ephebe.
My dæmon will coax your demon into relishing those new, fiendish exploits that arise from your newfound piety.
Sit at my feet as I rise to my knees and part a slitted skirt.
Æ am Blodeuedd conjured by Math and Gwendolyn.
Come, and as I arise from a cauldron’s vaporic outpouring,
I shall gift you a name, abandoned one,
with a new pair of cobbled brogues,
to boot.
Put your face between these two palms of mine, so I can let
Æ show you transient waves of temporality transpiring in
etheric extensions of
trough and crest.
trough and crest.
I am going to wrangle your talent and be your hosting site.
Ping me anytime.
Forget yourself and you will have nothing to fear.
It wilt be what it is.
You do not have to assume the future, wild thing.
The ability to move most quickly will only make others expect more from you.
So, when you realise this, beast, come and visit me in ewer own time,
because energy has only a here and a now, in this,
our art of dreaming.
WrittenCasey 