salt all the entrances. lay out the blood sacrifice. wind back all the clocks. this gives you time to hope. no matter what – don’t hang up.
you pray the pentacles
you’ve chalked next to your keyboard
is no price too high
for internet speed?
Part of SingPoWriMo’s poetry challenge for Day 22 (obviously, numbers don’t mean much to me): write a liwuli, an ‘ancient Southeast Asian verse form’ of absolute beauty and esoteric nature.
[a liwuli is composed of: three stanzas:
an imperative prose poem – 31 syllables;
three lines of any length – 14 syllables;
two lines of questions – 10 syllables]