There is divinity in these cards Shuffled by my uncertain hands In search of something more in lands Wherein dreams are true and guards Knowledge unseen By those unwilling to convene
I am the centrepiece of conversation Mysticism upon a table laced A spread of dealt cards spaced Across a rotation Of images and mysteries and clues Which together will create a fuse; A circus of circuitry which makes sense To me but others find to be nonsense
There is a sound Not unlike white noise Sometimes words can be found Other times words are destroyed But itβs pleasant By the grace of the omnipresent
The inked-on paper reveal of fate A message by all which is ethereal A message by all which is celestial An ever-changing future An ever happening present A never changing past
A crucifix shadow hangs upon the light Captured in awe before my line of sight But of the shadowy Moon? One may presume beauty and serenity But that is not the truth Illusions and anxiety The subconscious and insecurity Fears and the release of fears Unhappiness and confusion
By dreams and intuition, I ponder questions Yearning for suggestions What may come to my life so soon: What is next to the Moon?