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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
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
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