Red magic

My lips are filled

with a disconsolate magic

practiced by druids and hermits.

I hold my own fire

with many wild blue flames.

I hold a savage sea in my throat

when I sing the lost readings.

My eyes are filled

with a misunderstood red magic 

that it still works like a pill

of mystical effects who revives

the ancient verses of bards.

   

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