Staking the Truth Collaboration

the reader of the stars devours the past and redresses the future sees in crystal balls the flames at stake kindled by misperception as slumber is kind for once I encounter the woman of my dreams a princess no doubt a Cinderella who never wished for any shoes they called her a witch ignoring that the gypsy had appropriated that sinking feeling when drowned in a pond of pain and bigotry she glows in the dark but her broomstick does not cease to the fire propels a few Tarot cards as if to prove her guilt and kind wisdom like a ghost of knowledge she swings on a pendulum above ashes rises like Phoenix above mocking spectators and clutches the curtain not a single thread of benevolence has come apart at what seems like defeat yet carries resilience and truth for giving up is for losers 20th August 2020