the witcing hours ,
when the seen and the unseen
open up a crack
between
for ghosts and mortal souls
to creep in
and out
when,
babies are born
like sucked out
in this wold of pain,
when death takes its sythe out
for the moaning sick..
and weary minds
travel the Full Moon trail
on the wings
of the witching hours
of the night.
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