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
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