Post-Neology

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The Island at Misbios

Top witch
Licks brown bluntskin,
Snaps her fingers for fire,
Breathes a language of curlicues
At you:
Magik
Slithers updown
Two helixed red-dirt worms
Neith the twitch of catfish whiskers
(be hooked!)
And-And
Branching,
Trifurcating,
Gaeaéa slinks and quops
With fat, grabby anemones
For mouths:
Come down.
Up from dirt ground
Brown with cracked locust shells,
Snake pelts, microscopic hellmouths,
She comes

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