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I have come humble to seek your knowledge With exhausted feet and weighing burden, I bear my heart I have travelled far to arrive at the world's edge Ready to receive what wisdom you will impart I'll set myself cross-legged on the opposite of you I see you peering, examining my physical entirety With one good eye, you gaze right through Makes me uncomfortable, if I may... But I'll hold steady I notice you muttering but no words could be heard Your hands hovering over a glassy globe with an ominous glow You turn to the left, as if conversing with an invisible third Whispering secrets that I will never learn to know Shifting your gaze now into the crystal orb What do you see, Wise One, in that ball of yours You shudder upon it's touch as though it's power you absorb Tell me, Soothsayer... What lies for me in this course? You swiftly pull your hands behind your back I flinch with a start at your sudden display You bring back your hands revealing cards out of a stack You tremble in spasms, dropping the rest leaving one for play The card you place face down, right in front of me You motion for me to pick it up and flip it round I see the card bore inscriptions and ancient runes, quizzically You ****** the card and begin chanting in odd sounds Reciting your incantations, in a tongue I do not understand They sound like curses rather than the answers I seek It all ends almost as soon as it started... I can't comprehend You then place your warm palms gently touching my cheeks Your features softened as you stared into my sullen eyes A connection like eternity trapped within seconds never going astray Then you turn away to fetch a bundle roped in knots and ties You hand it to me hastily before ushering me on my way I am now perplexed much... What does it show? What did you see, what does my future hold? Please enlighten me what you've come to know From all of that, what could you have foretold? Bundle in hand I turn to leave your rundown shanty As I leave, you speak in your voice, different from before Soft yet raspy you say, *"Do not open till the end of journey" "Open only when in house, behind closed door"* Moon is up illuminating, as I make my way up north Armed in hand a strange, scented, tied up bundle Leaving with the same questions with no answers, I amble forth Wondering if in the bundle I may find the missing pieces of the puzzle...
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 4:45 AM UTC
Dear Mystic (I)
I have come humble to seek your knowledge With exhausted feet and weighing burden, I bear my heart I have travelled far to arrive at the world's edge Ready to receive what wisdom you will impart I'll set myself cross-legged on the opposite of you I see you peering, examining my physical entirety With one good eye, you gaze right through Makes me uncomfortable, if I may... But I'll hold steady I notice you muttering but no words could be heard Your hands hovering over a glassy globe with an ominous glow You turn to the left, as if conversing with an invisible third Whispering secrets that I will never learn to know Shifting your gaze now into the crystal orb What do you see, Wise One, in that ball of yours You shudder upon it's touch as though it's power you absorb Tell me, Soothsayer... What lies for me in this course? You swiftly pull your hands behind your back I flinch with a start at your sudden display You bring back your hands revealing cards out of a stack You tremble in spasms, dropping the rest leaving one for play The card you place face down, right in front of me You motion for me to pick it up and flip it round I see the card bore inscriptions and ancient runes, quizzically You ****** the card and begin chanting in odd sounds Reciting your incantations, in a tongue I do not understand They sound like curses rather than the answers I seek It all ends almost as soon as it started... I can't comprehend You then place your warm palms gently touching my cheeks Your features softened as you stared into my sullen eyes A connection like eternity trapped within seconds never going astray Then you turn away to fetch a bundle roped in knots and ties You hand it to me hastily before ushering me on my way I am now perplexed much... What does it show? What did you see, what does my future hold? Please enlighten me what you've come to know From all of that, what could you have foretold? Bundle in hand I turn to leave your rundown shanty As I leave, you speak in your voice, different from before Soft yet raspy you say, *"Do not open till the end of journey" "Open only when in house, behind closed door"* Moon is up illuminating, as I make my way up north Armed in hand a strange, scented, tied up bundle Leaving with the same questions with no answers, I amble forth Wondering if in the bundle I may find the missing pieces of the puzzle...
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 4:45 AM UTC
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