The Hanged Man
Aye, to adjoin The Hanged Man
suspended from his mundane world
traveling a paradox journey
lost in a timeless underworld.
I see you, Hanged Man
with your hands tucked away
your eyes ever so peaceful
watching fate make way.
I hear you, Hanged Man
as you silently speak
"You must sacrifice for the greater good"
-but do so quietly.
I feel you, Hanged Man
like the passionate red you wear
to attain knowledge and mystery
one must remain patient
unselfishly.
March 16, 2016
Copyright © Kimberly Heller | Year Posted 2016
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