We are both quite majestic
- if you think about it.
if you think about arrows mid-flight
and pretty white windmills
and the smell of biscuits.

Can I tell your fortune?
let pearls roll over your love line,
and sweat fill your upper mars.
-The hanged man
with one inverted eye
amid the tall grass,
amid hissing black beetles,
and a strange green glow -  

We are both quite beautiful,
and perhaps mysterious.


We become half human
(if we were ever whole)
Below us the forest grows
dewy and so new Gaia forgot the price tag
but we are old souls.