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