The act of banishing demons
The tract of "languish or leave them"
Is a headland above hell and below heaven.
Marked by crosses
Darkness forces you to carry torches
To sit on porches and talk of nothing,
The life that waned. That never waxed.
The moon's lassoed. The rope's gone slack.
And mine's a dream of leaving life with more than just my mind intact.
The banishing.
The vanishing.
The magical act.
