She communes with stars
She communes with stars,
they have got a tongue.
She stops me in mid stance,
to show me how it’s done.
In a hypnotic trance,
she foretells my death.
She says she never errs,
not far is my last breath.
To revoke this malediction,
to break the jinx of doom,
to deliver me from darkness,
she wants to be my moon.
From the book of enchantments,
a spell that she can share,
if only I had a moment and
a few pounds to spare.
How I wish she knew,
to converse with my mind,
to know without my saying
I have not got a penny,
to waste on her kind.
And if death be near,
I will only be glad,
as I have been courting it,
like a lover mad.
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