Poem: the magick of reading

I read because words

are magick, we

became human

with the first utterance

in the beginning

there was the word, and

the word was with god,

and the word was god

the spell was cast, and

words became creation

became destruction, become

death;

black magick

magick has no moral,

no intent, and word

wisely wielded become

palliative, become

restorative

become nativity;

white magick

behold the chalice

of knowledge, break

the bread of fear

eat, for hunger is

your nature; drink,

for you will always

thirst

appetite for gnosis

is only sated when

the magick is consumed

(c) 4.28.18