Pan Bride
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Pan Bride


Hours of Cernunnos melt ..... liquid wee liminal
Morpheus Moments, no clock,
an Instagram tWitch has entered Dream
a Friday Eve.....Not yet Saturday?
No Difference, no time,
She's a Cancer like me:
I born, she striving with Cronos.

Do Not Say she Is Mad.
Her Rainbow Veil not breached.
She stands the Friday Beauty
in black color regardless.
No need for Raven or Crystal Ball,
she bares her all with clothes
not saying a thing.

And What Clothes!
The Compleat Witch in First Edition,
only 23 years old.
Yes, it's true

all the years later, enough have piled heaps
the abyss is not a heavydrop.
Dee's Demon scarecrow stuffed with liquid
scares of experimental corpses.
Sunday Morning, sunning hound,
his dandy dog rests four and 20 heads.
Rest now. Peace is Work Tomorrow.

Her Job is to Teach, to Read the Cards She 
Peels from Stars. At least she does in Dream.
Shakti-Inanna; no anima-business, every 
Woman is a Star.
I don't need to Make Her.

Sludge Queen, sexually active Nun,
we end this Weekend with a Weekday,
the Moon our Mother three days Bright.

As your man's eyes a camera
and his brain of you a screen,
so my dreams and so my Knowledge,
prudish Sister, 
Is all this ever Is.
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