the sage soothsayer hears spirit
her aged hands smoothed the velveteen cloth
a floatie travelled across the upper corner of her right eye
was spirit here already?
She peered into her crystal ball, quieting herself
messages floated into her mind
she knew her client would be connected with ancestors
if he was not clairvoyant, he would be clairaudient or clairsentient
the seasoned soothsayer picked up her tarot deck
she began laying the cards down in a precise order
she flipped the cards and read the message
pick up the runes too, a voice said
being clairaudient, clairsentient and clairvoyant,
of course she followed spirit’s directions
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