if you(watching closely the maze of me)should say “you are a puzzle i cannot ever piece together you are a labrynth and i am lost forever in the winding paths of your wandering way through the strange magic of your spirit at play”
i would ask,dear heart,that you remember the secrets i have shared,the singing star,magical river, the deep quivering dance of the seas sway
for if i am weird strange untouchable unknown once i shared with you my lunatic dreams, once i took you by the hand to where all things are shown and said,“trust me,there is more than what seems” as we lept the precipice into a far distant land
I wish I was with you in Paris and the rain(because it must be raining) and the beautiful wet leaves around us and the smell of love and rust on the wrought iron fence and the joy of wet benches and the old men and young children and the baying of proud car horns and the sweet jumble of the city all around us and the air heavy with romance and history and your eyes like mythology, eternal.
-- Devon Gallant is a shaman. His magical spells have been conjured in such grimoires as Bitterzoet Magazine, Misunderstandings Magazine, Carousel and Beyond Borderlands. His forthcoming collection S(tars) & M(agnets)is a blend of chaos magick, pronoia, concrete poetry, and rhyme and will be available through Cactus Press in the summer.