m field

poof

queer magicians
cascade upwards

their cries
direct in ear

arriviste assumptions
translated

and all
shells of opinion

magic a mother a brane
child

also closet creatures think it marvellous
to sip the furtive wine

open or closed their minds
still make it up

to whom she said
they should

say sorry sorry sorry
I wish

I knew nothing better than another
time