Bewitched Words

 

Upon his ear

The song was sung

Then she spit

Then she hummed

Weapons of Mass Destruction

 

 

She spun it around as she went to town with authorization vex and hex, the water flowed fully in the know how to break down the particle, the matter in hand.

Verily she landed on the lap of the man in the suit, hairs of the wrong colours, unserious was he, a coin hoarder as he weeped poor me to the people whose coins he gathered. She with all her eyes and legs climbed up the arm of the man in the suit, hairs the wrong colours, unserious was he. To his ear she went and sang did she, an angelic melody

 once there was a fool

a fool that thought he was spinning lace

a trace though there

from then to here

an end would come to his space

salt to be shed

from your eyes down your head

a deception no longer

אמן

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

 

When someone jots down on paper a simple math equation 

I have 5 apples

I made one disappear.

I now have 4 apples. 

I made one disappear only if I take action on my equation.

Why would I write it down if I didn’t mean it for it to happen?

Cartography is just mapping a way, an engineered system that can pave on multiple waves.