Wednesday, 5 July 2017

A Living From The Dead

Is anybody in there?

Her entry door a glass bead curtain
A gateway offering certain fate
Will read your palm held almanac
To make predictions on your state

Foreseeing prompts that follow on
Agreement somewhere in between
Spirit tests of signal strength
A wishful would-be trampoline

Take special care on winter evenings
Not everyone is on your side
These energies are overcome
When cosmic forces coincide

All in all the dicey runes and bones
Tarot cards and crystal lights
Voodoo doll pincushion stabs
Cannot give you life’s insights

Beware of faith in cock and bull
Placing trust in passing on
Ghosts you chase have no wise place
On any future thereupon

As your birth was most unlikely
Enormous odds against suppressing
That being here was preordained
Is nothing more than childish guessing

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