Psilocybin by Tim Murphy


A silken clay courage casts a net
from the house of fear.

The guild stops to sigh
but the village does not waver.

From afar a voice is heard:
“Let all the humiliations
be desecrated.”
Flea market élan
takes its chance:
secrets are saved
from a fever ravine.

In the mirror
an El Greco face is pulled —
it feels like Ecstatic Surrender.

Tim Murphy was born in Cork and lives in Madrid. His chapbooks include The Cacti Do Not Move (SurVision Books, 2019) and There Are Twelve Sides to Every Circle (If a Leaf Falls Press, 2021).  

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