Magicks + Magicians

I wanted nothing of magicks
Yet I'm awakened it seems
To find all of this life
A simmering cauldron

Stirred round by hands
And witches unseen
With long spoons that serve up
Such nightmares from dreams

And I
But an atom
In atoms of atoms
Clinging on dearly
To vapours
Of steam

That I rise
Fills me only
With horror and dread
For nightmare is real
And dream is but dead

M P 16/2/22