quick tarot break

for years

I yodelled

among the hills

of charmed pre existence

now it’s

planked dark country

and each plank

a card

and on it many stairs

in the style of Escher offering

infinite egress

but no escape

now no more yodelling

all night I listen to the


and whispers in your heart

and as I travel time

I tighten as I shrink

to a pin prick

treading on this

pin pricked planet


through tears

the scattered dew

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