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Blood of an eye: tamarisk gall. Blood from a shoulder: bear's breach. From the loins: chamomile. Blood from a head: lupine. A hawk's heart: heart of wormwood. — From Coptic & Greek Magical Papyri Schematic humans    ...    figures of them, & their helpers    ... pheromones rise         odd jagged breath lines, serpentine imagination, L-shaped         for the love of larynx name them, say them, dis-articulated    ... drowned • But frequencies in "settlement" contexts    ...    where scent might rise from migrant distances & disappearances         child keeps saying keep the bottle don't smash    ...    my water, my life    ... or death aroma, if it come • Who will settle    ...    & you? all of you? what is landing                 to transit? artifacts seem solo today    ...    more horror, & twisted • Some things get special treatment    ... her head a succulent melon her neck                for example, a slope of yearning    ...    warnings    ...    something dark in that jar    ...                 unguent winding bandages, shrouds for beautiful bodies or useful equipment covered with ocher    ...    always red in rust    ... and hoisting those urgently dead,         & stink of the dead • ......    Wheels, mainstays: coils and springs, tense feet pebbles! notice them? & their incisions, sitting in bowls lending credibility    ... ......    decorated pebbles & from chambers, like strings of agate    ... you want to enter to get a dark glow    ...    you want to get them back    ... & there might be prayer, mantra, keening there might be                         a boat's ribs                tossed                shattered • Pre-homo sapien hominids crossed from Africa to Crete in rafts water dripping from stalactites    ... images in end zones ......    ubiquitous makeovers • females at entry    ...    secrecy    ...    once    ...    mirror    ... now disfigured out of gender mothers with no milk and in between    ...    are you ready to ride? or die? • Another might be "abnormal water"    ...    tame and wild abnormal can be very still six humanoids, one with bird feet others horned and beaked, very still    ... • ......    Maybe, necklace, round one of "other" ......    and a random scarf for the alien & burning of aromatic wood by the shore & Minotaur waits his turn • Some want to arrive right now    ... some hesitant    ...    one walked to the shed, hides resistant to sea-edge location    ... • Get out of the tunnel, memory is leaning itself to sweet awe in the other: makeshift pods    ...    a tent perhaps • That kid    ...    apprentice    ...    took long way around, another thought world he's going to be oral, open the bottle    ...    quick getaway circles, arcs, fortification of the zigzag when smoke rises    ...                         says: I'll show you • Kind of a narcotic archaeology?... shipwrecks • ......    Herbs speak    ...    you think? or how to breathe • There's a beautiful fumerie there's perfume like hers [per-        fumer = "through smoke, thoroughly smoked in scent"] get a drift    ... charcoal scrutiny against intrusion    ... 2 Working with willow rods that's the method, bring great bundles of them, put on the ground, scatter them pronounce them, saying: "here's one" "here's another one" "here's one, there    ...    over there    ...    " Willow rods, very consoling you don't have to be a Scythian    ...                 you don't have to be Syrian to know this pronounce what you want to say & then the ones more like women use a different method they take a piece of the inner bark of a lime tree                 & cut it into 3 pieces which they keep twisting & untwisting around their fingers                 as they say    ... "there's a turn" "there's a turning" "how many turnings in a twisty one?" makes the pronouncers happy staying up all night, notice the moon & its macabre signal & hemp vapor tents on the horizon Walk upside down in the footprints of the living    ...