At the Foot of a Forking Path

I swallowed day and devoured time,
my blades shone in bright
chlorochronous shine, bright bird
amaranthene, deep sky cerulean,
aubergine vine,
My cinnabar, cinnabar, my
pyrite charm. My hoodoo,
voodoo, my palo green.
Thorny woods and cauldron
bones, the woods are deep and
colors sing. Invokation splits the
twins and dark one goes wandring,
to find a night. Nightmare hag,
glimmer and glint, call my
dark one, my ghost-walking
friend. Shimmer-marked,
glitter plagued. Dark modena
haematic scent, perfume with
olibanum, balsam and thyme,
draw me eyeward, explode
your mind. Path. Clear. Break.
Blow.