John Dee Would Appear To Me

John Dee Would Appear To Me

Performing my poetic sorcery,
if done correctly, he’d appear to me,
a white occultist, everything is free,
deny involvement, demonology.
Through time a portal opened up, John Dee
steps through it, though e’en with my eyes is seen,
I’d disbelieve. Ecclesiastes reads
there’s nothing new, the sun, that’s underneath.