poem

The magicians

I wrote this in my early 20s under heavy doses of Robert Anton Wilson and Aleister Crowley. 1 Awareness contracts to focus they say it’s not hocus pocus to them it is just a thought. Through invisible incantation matter dances to mentation the conscious rewrites the Points. But quickly they lose their way emotion and thought carry them astray while the birds scream Attention! Attention! They take note but never remember