The Magus
He sits stooped,
eyeing and inhaling
the cards,
trying to
breathe in meaning,
the aspiration
of arcane culture,
impossible knowing
of the unknowable,
sniffed through
the cornea of Magick.
Everyone desires mystery.
Some eyes
are made
to see deeper.
Witege.
His cloak billows
as time rages.
Steady as a diamond,
his gaze
never falters.
How may we
learn to see
as he sees?
Prod your soul.
Pinch your spirit.
Question your heart.
Surrender.
Deal the cards.
Read what you see:
Fool, Magician,
The Hanged Man…
Don’t fear
the answers.
Visit the
place of Shades.
Charm Demeter’s daughter.
Face the Furies.
Return with
a basket of light.
Keep it close.
Hold it tight.
Let the Mystery begin.
*Fuck The Medium Text Editor Ev Williams.
