Good Path
It’s 9 pm, and still no luck
Two of wands, and still no plans,
How to get to dreaming,
To my start and to the ceiling,
All these songs and kings will die,
Before the World Tree turns its eye,
Which amongst the athames’ll hit,
Six, Seven or none?
‘Cause I’m already done…
Nature take me to the Moon,
And bless me to get in tune!
Copyright © Ana-Maria Bituna | Year Posted 2022
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