Spell for September

Green fire, fog in the air

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In an hour, a half-hour, let it disperse like the fog,

let it fly off like a butterfly.Tzotzil prayer to cure epilepsy

Let the hand open to the mirror world of dreams

Let the eye shut on the clenched bunch of nerves

Let the back unwind in lucid repose

Let the mouth widen under night's electric charge

Let the neck relax in the flower of sleep

Let the nostrils flare to the white scent of day

Let the leg stretch from the journey's magnetic force

Let the pubis ignite in the velvet embrace

Let the hip curve in the breeze's grace

Let the ear awaken at the ringing call

Let the hair spread from the skull's wall

Let the chest be lit within the splintered cry

Let the shoulder sleep before the falcon's flight

Let the foot lose its way in the sorcery of time

Let the throat darken with the syllable of space

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