chesed shebgevurah
The tarot card asks: Is the High Priestess
calling you to account, or are you she?
I fear the answer, do not want it
watching me as I go about my days,
and yet. What is the use in hiding
from what exists in both seen and unseen,
who knows all the places I could run?
I break away from the fabric of life
and there’s not even the sound of tearing—
as soon as I turn my back there’s
nothing to see or hear but my howls
gaudily draped in the shrouds of what isn’t.
Enough of this. There is no more time
than what there is, and that too short.
The owl looks out from over our bed
and gives no hints—but I need none.
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