A witch made a switch taken from a picked clean, pine tree, ivory, fire and ice, whiling rites, whiling away, whiling at pace, all the while, all the the while, as time and place congregate, the witches' circles contemplate, moves through space, single point, only place, never time, and then again, as time goes back, and forth again...sorcerors chant, witches invoke, warlocks pause, and holy ghosts, bless as consciousness emerge, dawn is broken, eras surge, time marches on, but can rewind, and witches take, they take their time...entropy, the arrow goes, my screen goes black...a spell, s/he wrote.
Love is in the Earth