Mère

Put my faith in tarot.

But can mere vellum,

save my life.

 

Gave everything to astrology.

But my stars are feeting,

keep falling out of sight.

 

Looked for sight in numbers,

But numbers lack eyes.

Only go so high.

 

Searched for truth in the palm of my hand,

But my hands are scared,

And bodys lie.

 

Asked the pendulum to speak,

But the chains are broken.

And winds here are so strong.

 

Placed my hand on ougy boards,

But I am easly unnerved,

And ougy deamons chased my dreams.

 

And after it all,

I simple sat,

On the porch,

At the top of the steps.

 

And asked the wind,

To tell me the truth.

 

And the wind did reply.

With words so modest, so complex.

 

That I should not drop my travels,

To find where I am going.

But just keep moving foreward,

And see what matters,

Come to me.