(in terrible chaos) He came to me with the innocence of spring.

Curiosity won out and I followed the draw of the wand, stopping at the desk to question the old lady as to it's origins.  

"oh my, what is it?" She'd asked as she examined the hilt. 

"Not sure, some kind of wand, I think."  I ran my thumb over A star of david inset with a red rhinestone on the anterior of the hilt. It was a creative piece, but not one I'd spend $69 dollars on. I examined it with more interest than I truly felt. 

"well, let me call him so you can ask."

I followed her up to the counter as she dialed the vendor without the heart to tell her it was resin. 

"Hey there Bill, I have a young lady here who's interested in your mystic rod." I refrained any reaction to the unfortunate choice of wording as she handed me the phone. Bill, as he was called, didn't seem to know much about the implement's use beyond claims of "prosperity" and "abudnance" and other buzzwords used by metaphysical giftshoptists.

"I think it's jade." She'd mused at the tumbled imitation shaped into an angel on the hilt.  I said I'd think about it and handed her the phone back with a smile. 

I still kept the dreamstone by my bedside. "crazy dreams" The woman at the counter had said. I walked back there after my last class, the sun too bright to not inspire action. A crow called forth and my eyes spied a pair, perched side by side on a branch like odin's ravens. Whether I had a mind prone to transmuting ordinance to fate, I was not sure. The thought amused me as I found myself acting upon arcane impulse as though I were an ancient Roman.  I unfastened a shiny pin at the end of my veil, laying it in offering against the blackened asphalt. Be not unkind lest ye encounter a god in mortal guise. More than that, I hoped the clever black eyed birds would recall my face fondly. 

The store was busier than it was ordinarily, the figurine of Loki gone. Instead, the bronze visages of the three fates stares back at me. I laughed sardonically, snapping a film picture before continuing on my quest. 

"do you know anything about the eclipse?" The woman considered the question as she slipped my newly purchased goggles into my bag. 

"I'm not sure, actually, but you should try and get some moonwater around that time, that'll be great." I nodded. She told me to update her on the curious spotted and indigo stone and I agreed that I would. 

My usual seat provided me with a measure of comfort along with the warmth of the day as I pulled two cards I didn't recognized from the miniscule deck I'd acquired at the metaphysical store. I laid the cards on a page of the Stephen King book I toted around as though it were mystic scripture or something otherwise oracular. A line I had underlined a year previous: 

Be quiet. You're in the presence of Death. 

I turned my attention back to my unfinished fragment, something melancholy Wordsworth's description of lovers embrace had evoked in me. He lays Jasmin and other blooms of prophecy between my every raven tress. With some sort of ironic novelty, I spectated from my windowseat, just past my laptop screen as he made entry. He walked with a limp like Byron, or the devil, but didn't hold the same brooding. I chided myself for my romantic framing, but the futility of dispensing such sentiments on one I did not yearn for beyond simple pleasure did not dissuade the nervous tattoo of my pulse. My admiration held the warmth  of youth without depth, something not yet devastating. I would enjoy stolen glances with little to ascribe to them privately with the same expectancy of fleeting one would regard a day of false spring such as this. I hoped I would not taint such an innocent thing made beautiful by it's innocuity with the crushig weight of my untempered mind.