Read my cards
Tell my fortune
Predict my mystic future
A destiny that is only
Read by my heart
The shape of my lips
Eye color and tea leaf sips
Magic broken open
Spokes of light sharp
And bright scribbled slopes in the
Late sun on the fertile soil
At twilight tell my story
Hell and heaven cannot
Comprehend how the love
That comes in open arms
Leaves a feeling of disarray
Resistance and misunderstanding
It’s not the way I predicted
Answers are coming and going
Easy enough to make a point
Draw a line call the corners
Ask for hope in smoke
Tell my fortune
When the fairytale feels
Fractured the sorcery
Is manufactured into
Glamorous conjurations
Tell my fortune
Whispered in the ears
Of the earth to ground me
In the dirt lay me before the
Sky as I spoon the moon
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Poétique 