Into the Graveyard Earth,
‘Body’ left to ‘Bone’
… being already
‘Disconnected’
whilst still ‘Living’…
I price no outer Grief.
Carved a rough Cross
beneath my Leaving
… Faerie-Fluttering
through the Cold Veil
… to return Immortal.
‘Knowledge’
by itself is Golden
… the Search through
endless, sleepless Dawn
… is where it becomes
‘Obsession-Destructive’.
~ end with the displaced
Visconti-Sforza stanza ~
Thou should not ever
‘Shuffle’ the Positions
of a ‘3 Card Spread’…
‘Ground’ thyself ‘In’,
and always ‘Pay Mind’
to The Present…
for it is the ‘Banquet’
from which The Past
and The Future…
are continuously Feeding.