Zoltar Speaks


The machine awakens as a coin slithers in the slot,
a smoky voice whorls through the satin curtains.
Zoltar waggles his head, 
hand hanging on the crystal ball. 
His grave voice utters a mysterious prophecy - 
“You look for the future, but it’s within you”.

Ensnared in a perennial aura of velvet and neon,
his eyes are fixed on a point of fused time. 
His pallid hands hover over the crystal,
weaving a quiet mesh out of our despondency.

Zoltar speaks, 
we believe the cosmos is stilled to answer 
the riddle of fortune scripted for us
that resonates the intonation of destiny, 
condensing into a display of prediction
getting access to something deep and profound,
stimulating the eternal human desire 
to know the mystique future. 

Of its nuances in a delightfully dramatic manner
Zoltar speaks.

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