the word that came, as i left the room.
why.
the cards were right, i thought, knowing
all is underpinned, the past cut with knives.
emerging from the earth with power, with peace.
i recognised the shapes , the pieces, the
talk of crosses, circles and industry.
we searched out the tins,
on the library shelves, slightly rusty.
he read the tarot.
sbm.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 1:39 AM UTC
the word that came, as i left the room.
why.
the cards were right, i thought, knowing
all is underpinned, the past cut with knives.
emerging from the earth with power, with peace.
i recognised the shapes , the pieces, the
talk of crosses, circles and industry.
we searched out the tins,
on the library shelves, slightly rusty.
he read the tarot.
sbm.
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