
I DO NOT FIND THE HANGED MAN



(MORE) FOOL YOU
may
seem like
think me
the fool
but
it just
a ruse
got so
much danger
about me
got to
travel incognito
or shapeshift
too and fro
back
and forward
in the blink
of am eye
one second you
canoodling
with tje Queen
of Cups;
the next
King of Swords
got sabre swishing
an imch from
your eye
but no fear
no worries, not
here
to let you die
when can do
deepet damage
deploy
more potent powers
ride
like death across your
inner landscape
unhinging all those
towers that
so
need to fall
for the good of us all
Sun card, Star card
and the
World
hete in choir
arcana of consensus
Shuffle through selves
as though through cards
Tarot cards
really ancient, origin
God knows where
that reek of dark
and translucent magic
and here
is the Empress, all
Aphrodite
she I was most faithful to
in the face of
steep disregard
her beauty, as you see here,
leaving me floundering
leaving me speechless
reading in the arcanas
the failures of my journey
as I cling to
this mask trying to
keep it secure as
it slides down
my face
the tragi-comic smirk
moulded there
mocking my feeble
attempts and onrushing failure
as I grope in
this swallowing darkness
for some
kind of illumination
some
kind of source perhaps there a
complete reading, a divination,
the wisdom
that I need
if there is wisdom
you always telling me
we can
find the wisdom
(so Empress-like
in everything
you
do).



