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Exist
Exist

Because in this there is being
body and soul twisted
the basic form of existence
threaded together, existing forever
a cord of three strands
not easily severed
but lasts
a braid unbroken
despite the edges seeking to open
skin, spill blood and still spirit

And we hear it
in the sirens' song
midnight lights appearing
like long red sighs
on the sides of buildings
silhouetting the people peering
at passing squad cars and ambu-lances
crowds full of silence and sidelong glances
mumbling condolences while the devil dances
gleeful as happiness and safety
flee for safer sides of the street
where they might meet and flow
The Necessity of Handkerchiefs
On the Necessity of Handkerchiefs

He sat dreaming of elephants in the dark
a wispy fantasy, thin as smoke
hovering around his head
Its clean crisp corners
cut a cool white slit
through the heaviness of the heat
reminiscent, he thought
of a well pressed handkerchief
His lay rumpled and damp
in a limp hand on his lap
in his study, where he sat
dreaming of elephants of dark
Still Night Waiting
Still Night Waiting on Sleep

IStill Night Waiting on Sleep

It is difficult to sleep
when my breathing keeps breaking the ice
that has formed over the still surface of the room

(The wheeze of the rhythm's limping engine
fixed fan flowing through my throat)

It is impossible to rest
when each of my motions
is amplified by the shuffling of sheets
a disruption of your carefully balanced quiet

(The sound of you settling into bed is the roar of ocean
muffled by the distance of cliffs)

I know it's beneath your skin
like a fever passed through a splinter
the unavoidable sharpness of words
spoken without the bitterness of blades
cuts
Wheel Country
Wheel Country

I imagine.  I imagine I am hovering just below heaven, looking down on the earth lying quietly in the darkness of its own shadow.  Looking down, hidden from the sun, to witness man discontent with the darkness, and his inventing of light.  His fires, created or stolen from nature, the consequence of lightning and dryness, the divine manifestation of that singular holiness in the sky, broken off and fallen to earth as power and control, kept and reverently stoked, smoldering slowly in a sacred lacquered box, full of more problems than Pandora's.

I watch as man's fires flicker and expand into the darkness of the unknown, within

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Chibi Tarot XVI - The Tower
Sometimes the defenses we create in order to keep us safe fail completely, leaving us more vulnerable than we were before.

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The Deck to Date
0 The Fool
I The Magician
II The High Priestess
IV The Emperor
IX The Hermit
XIII Death
XIV Temperance
XV The Devil
XVI The Tower
XVIII The Moon
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