I wish you could watch me shuffle,
as I scream at my cards,
“Tell me the fuck about _____”
And they do,
child of wonder.
They tell me we can
fly to the resplendent sun,
who will assure us
we are just
like it.
That we will wage
against life
and never lose,
not once!
That we will ignore
our present,
that no rules apply;
eight earths can’t
stop us,
even if they try!
And the world,
darling,
it’s ours!
They said so,
believe my prophecies
and allurements.
The psychotic, gentle world,
it was made for us;
for our truth to become
myth.
mmm tarot revelations. thank you for sharing. i scream at my cards, too.
I’m glad I’m not alone there, thank you.
very expressive
Another enjoyable poem.
PS I’m trying to make My Myth come True.
We are made of the stars, we came from one of their deaths, they gave to you life and one day soon you will return to the hart of one – in a never ending circle!
Love this !
Thank you!
This I believe.
Yes.
I believe.
Eight Earths..hmmm Sufi the title went over my head…8 biomes of earth?
Elucidate, can you?
Great Cranes & Herons, Lady Arent
Beautiful, Shrinks.
This shall be carved in marble one day…