| SORCEROUS SIGNALS |
| Written by Chrissa Sandlin / Artwork by xxx |
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| The White Market |
Come to the White Market, offer the gatekeeper
Something: faith, a fond pledge, sham eternities
Let yourself through this green, growing gate
Blooming pale and wide-eyed with nightfall.
Find a belief, the best of intentions, twinkling
In star-like drifts of sweet blooms, tiny and bright
To fit behind the ear, in a locket or buttonhole
An odor of sanctity to waft through your days.
Perhaps courage is sought, it is further, here
In baskets of pearl bones worn gleaming
By the tears and polish of working angels.
Here, touch the bravery of unanchored souls.
Wander with me through these stalls, stands
Feeling each bare petal, each polished stone
Taking the white path of moonshine, buying
Nothing, here where flesh no longer abides.
Something: faith, a fond pledge, sham eternities
Let yourself through this green, growing gate
Blooming pale and wide-eyed with nightfall.
Find a belief, the best of intentions, twinkling
In star-like drifts of sweet blooms, tiny and bright
To fit behind the ear, in a locket or buttonhole
An odor of sanctity to waft through your days.
Perhaps courage is sought, it is further, here
In baskets of pearl bones worn gleaming
By the tears and polish of working angels.
Here, touch the bravery of unanchored souls.
Wander with me through these stalls, stands
Feeling each bare petal, each polished stone
Taking the white path of moonshine, buying
Nothing, here where flesh no longer abides.
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