Witch Witch

the boat to deride the proclivities of my soul to
breath

enchanted, she shells into a Venus de shallow,
waves so

weirdly aboat, shadows

the
silky motions of dead waters and the fish

swim naked
by,

scaled in motions: the nude tresses, her
locks

so divinely mellowed,
sparkling

shrills cut ope the ear to crystal,
bells

long ding dong fong, along
along

the silver wells in which forever is a
mark

as salient as a moan,

sloan
shown, So I suppose her royal majesty desires
nothing

less than the divine something which
starks

sharks to meet with only
such

dead, mechanical eyes, directed as
nothing

but eating locomotion,

a
locomotive of plain strikes

as lucky as you please,
lease, lights to vice to

dice
dykes

as charmed as vines.