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Pull The Fool - Poetry




In despair

Yet nothing is there


To make me feel this way


Emptiness filled to the brim with questions…vacillation and trepidation…the simplicity of life sucked dry by searching in vain


Swallow hard

Pull another card


The fool


The tarot stares me down again, teasing me to the edge…luring me with unrefined laughter and googly eyes…dancing it’s way along the boundary of time


I am done

Down goes the sun


On my plans, my striving, my false sense of security…dusk devours my thoughts and they dissolve into the black of night…how fitting this day has ended


Mindless wandering cease with the day, I no longer need you to guide me…the card I have pulled is a fool in deed…but the fool in whom I know I must feed…over the edge…the divine tumble…a role I must fill…a game I must play

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