A Catalogue of Spells: O Music Tree!

October 2, 1705
11:45 a.m.
Kórinthos, Greece

Birol,

O Music Tree!

Through thee I see tribal masks of bravura, invention Donning their falsetto, I enter per bark of thine Keen upon claret thread of thy fronds, vessels of faculty Scripting myself stretta crescendo upon thy conscience, gender; I sing the maudlin hearted, a cappella Baring crest both ribald and indecent love, guiltless Written of an evaded cadence scintillated distinct of prosaic inanimate living; fluttered forté operatic, come arrant force of this pine.

Gidiane


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A Catalogue of Spells: If not Sant’Ignazio, then who?

March 3, 1705

Dusk

Constantinople, Turkey

My ever heedful Gidiane,

If not Sant’Ignazio, then who?

Disfigured, rouged cheek troubled asudden below carmine upholstery. Arsenical bloodstone cuff links, espousal to the sunken oculus of an undercroft, Il Gesù, aroused in cream and ebon funerary, perturb of an undulate woe, coagulated into baroque ornamentation, disgorged of listless balustrades of quiescence, necrosis.

And there, amid the threshold of arcane, vaulted patronage, whence copper frescoes embellished one cadaver torturously stirred among the heretics and cornices, clamoring estranged in the alabaster night —  a gulping famish lurched —  tarnished of fealty, subterranean coffers; the last jade requiem of curvature and courante —

For absorbed entirely within the gangrenous carcass of this nameless man, was someone contrarily purported, who, anywise, fell into disrepair over the fetid breath within him.

Suitably,

Birol


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A Catalogue of Spells: Faerie Swain

March 1st, 1704
6:58 p.m.
Constantinople, Turkey

Gidiane,

Faerie Swain

Blanch and slender, olive handed, glitter toe
shook three times a quarter, ‘bee pollen, hush’
like pumpkin cinders forge episode or
tendrils basilicum unfeign in fire
in the Babel that was her adoration
along with incantation and puissant sortilege,
this faer magus wrought particles of time-history, ageless
devout.
Baubles whorled beatific
and this, her only porthole
roseate
warm
flickered enduringly….

A diadem at first –
no more.
Then, lips.
Lips upon opalic pearls of lips
the Silver Kiss
the Lovers’ Wish
the coupling of subaerial and Orphic things
filmiest, its radiance
corpuscles currenting and charge
tryst,
like the creation of delight
itself –

they met.

And for an instant
were.

Ardently,

Birol


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