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Tarot

as in all my rituals,  
this one has been carved  
from suspended disbelief;
it’s part quest, part  
unexplainable wonder  
that draws my spirit every  
sleepy dawn to the gilded  
deck of cards  
 
they were new once,  
slippery with  
jumpers every time  
I held them;
now their golden edges  
are rubbed to a dull luster;
they wait a little more
patiently these days  
 
they’ve since stopped  
shouting their messages  
in blunt, loud images -
we’ve settled into  
a comfortable  
sort of intimacy, each  
exploring the energy  
of the other, seeking  
common ground  
 
I’m learning how to speak  
in their steadfast,  
unwavering voice, to make  
respectful inquiries;  
in blessed exchange
I get a little more  
of the truth  
I came all this way for
Written by LunaGreyhawk (Miss_Jenn_Leigh)
Published | Edited 12th Apr 2023
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