Mystical, magickal... or moronic... all according to how you filter and sort. This collection of poetry by Kevin Trent Boswell poems is a mysterious soup of the strange, esoteric phantasms which some refer to as sorcery. Dive into the deep oceans of Jungian synchronicity and the revelations of madmen, aplenty. Some of the works are overt gestures toward the occult and the mystical, while others merely hint at the modes of magickal thinking. Some of them are simply bizarre and somewhere in the beyond, the "furthur" of the Merry Pranksters. The mystical questions raised by these pieces are highly unlikely to lead the reader to some new, enlightening view of the universe and human life. Yet, they may well entertain.The probability that fans of poetry will enjoy these musings is of reasonable measure. The odds that practitioners of various types of practical magick will relate to the works and find some small germ of inspiration for their own craft? Perhaps. One might do well in placing a two dollar bill on the table, as a wager. Persons who land in both demographics will almost certainly have a fine time, dipping their toes into this cosmic pool. The odds there are high enough that you should go all in. Push your chip stack of silver, Mercury dimes and two-headed quarters into the pot, with a firm smile and some crossed fingers (just in case).