I have chanted self-help incantations,
clung to falsehood rabbits' feet,
taken wide paths around all
expectation ladders,
and packed mirror after mirror
in denial padding.
Yet fat black cats still
lounged upon my mental path.
So I paid a wizard
in agonizing disclosure
and he agreed,
if I promised to believe,
that he would give me
spelled amulets
full of psychotropic alchemy,
guaranteed to eradicate all demons
within one to two full moons.
Thus, I walk the thirteen paces
to my bathroom alter
at the decreed time of every day
and put my faith
in swallowed purple charms.
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