I died in the magisterium of fire
Fire’s malice, who could survive it?
The singularities were calling to me
Madonna rose with the ruined and the maimed
Desire burned like devastation-fire in me
Ecstatic Madonna I called and she came

note: I’ve always liked Swift as a person. I’m just casting flames because I’m a broke sorceress.

aside: I commend Swift for her incredible success but hearing her gush about the lyric “Keep it one hundred on the land, the sea, the sky / Pledge allegiance to your hands, your team, your vibes” broke my soul. To be fair, if Shakespeare had tried to seduce me with one of his sonnets, I would have pulled a Titus Andronicus and baked him into a delicious pie, bones and all. Tender is the flesh.