it's all spelled out, and cast about

make fast the hatchings, fore reft to return
suspendered a flower en charmant fine hair

what i've bound myself to et-remember
that we are not, none of us, made of clay
nor set in stone, our bleeding hearts

all given wisdom and taken chances
granted, our mercies, our petty romances
homing beacons and burst cells and burrows
and napes of necks which hang heavy, unlevied

j'ai oublié; je suis oubliée
what jewels and fine fingers
bless all of us, numbed

for ever our worlds have swayed and been swayed
to the heart, and the soul, infioresced comfort
and the ornament of dooming us, mind upon mind

count fine witch and bright mage
dependent order, the story
the tale which has told seven centuries ahead

a green pearlescent book, the first of several volumes
the anchor of attachment to nothing and no one
within it, a quilt, a crook, nine beards

match one for one and three for t'other
match even to odd and sets, spell scets
make fester a blister of urch'd memory

what's blessed was wasted, was cursed and debased
spell hunger and fear on the note of a dime

give credit, i've said it; i've wondered abet it